I’d smoked about half of this hunk of compressed pitch two years ago, and then set it aside in a mason jar. The mood struck and I fired some up again tonight.
The aging has had little discernible effect on this tobacco. After a bowl in a Randy Wiley acorn I feel like I’ve smoked about a mile of charcoal grilled asphalt road, but in a good way.
The robust Indian and African Burleys are still there as is the generous helping of nicotine. The first third had a bit of roughness around the edges but it then settled down to a medium full mouthfeel and a heart of darkness. The meaty creosote monotone of unashamed straight-up tobacco flavor continued to the end, intensifying at the last.
Not an every day smoke for me but solid and dependable when I’m in the mood for big dark flavors.
The aging has had little discernible effect on this tobacco. After a bowl in a Randy Wiley acorn I feel like I’ve smoked about a mile of charcoal grilled asphalt road, but in a good way.
The robust Indian and African Burleys are still there as is the generous helping of nicotine. The first third had a bit of roughness around the edges but it then settled down to a medium full mouthfeel and a heart of darkness. The meaty creosote monotone of unashamed straight-up tobacco flavor continued to the end, intensifying at the last.
Not an every day smoke for me but solid and dependable when I’m in the mood for big dark flavors.