Hello @jiminks
Where would we be without you?
As you all read this, the idea here is to sing it along like the 12 Days!
On the 12 Days of Jim, we come to think of him!
On the 1st day of smoking, you’ll find a blend.
Not harsh or biting, floral and delighting.
And you’ll be glad.
On the 2nd day of pondering, Jim shows us the way.
Keep cadences slow, let embers gently glow, no rough edges to find.
Tabac smoking so sublime.
On the 3rd day of joy, we see Jim’s reviews aren’t for boys.
A real man he’s puffing, various nicotine levels for all to be loving.
Newbies have no fear, a blend for you is near.
On the 4th day just grasping, a little tobacco understanding.
The art will grow, Jim shows the tongue can know.
Yes, we can obtain.
On the 5th day thinking, we might have obtained.
Jim tells about the Pot, wide sized for nuances, a must to be sought.
Chambers of size, now we must find.
On the 6th day, we stare a wondering at the tree.
Will the glorious Pot be coming?
Will the nuances we find?
On the 7th day we’re choking, with anticipation flowing.
Nuances and discerning, Jim says takes time and learning.
We must be patient and wait.
On the 8th day a jumping, we know the pipe is coming.
Now a different chamber size, watching the clock ticking.
Hoping the time flys by.
On the 9th day of reading.
The reviews will make me smart.
My tongue is ready, and my head is steady.
On the 10th day of reading, we see more flavors to learn.
Oh, it’s not all about the tongue.
We must associate smell and tongue.
On the 11th day of more reading.
We feel we’ve found it today.
Dry, pack, puff, make it your way.
On the 12th day we reached, the Happy final stage!
Virginia floral, hay, grassy and bread this day.
Peppery Perique, no bite puffed the right way.
Smoky Latakia, a Barbecue sunny picnic day.
Burley nutty, creamy, sipped on coffee morning days.
Kentucky barn smell, country tastes they yell.
Rum flakes we’re singing, knowing the Sailor feeling.
Aromatic fruit, some don’t like to toot, make for a festive day.
Turkish and Oriental journeys, to far away lands we scurry.
Cavendish a delight, Old Codgers know it’s might.
So now we sing a praise.
Jim to you we thank, for our piping days.
Top ranked they are, we know more than ever, because your tongue’s so clever.
So we slow the cadence every day, because of you no rough edges will ever come our way.
We shall light slowly and sip joyfully, our tongues are happy, and so much smarter too.
Our tobacco life we owe you, more than you’ll ever know, because the joy in our piping is all a joyful glow, because of you, our tongues have learned to know.
A very Merry Happy Holidays and New Year to you Capt. Kirk, I mean Jim! LOL ?
? ? ? ? 
Of course I have to throw in a Big Aloha for you too! ?
Where would we be without you?
As you all read this, the idea here is to sing it along like the 12 Days!
On the 12 Days of Jim, we come to think of him!
On the 1st day of smoking, you’ll find a blend.
Not harsh or biting, floral and delighting.
And you’ll be glad.
On the 2nd day of pondering, Jim shows us the way.
Keep cadences slow, let embers gently glow, no rough edges to find.
Tabac smoking so sublime.
On the 3rd day of joy, we see Jim’s reviews aren’t for boys.
A real man he’s puffing, various nicotine levels for all to be loving.
Newbies have no fear, a blend for you is near.
On the 4th day just grasping, a little tobacco understanding.
The art will grow, Jim shows the tongue can know.
Yes, we can obtain.
On the 5th day thinking, we might have obtained.
Jim tells about the Pot, wide sized for nuances, a must to be sought.
Chambers of size, now we must find.
On the 6th day, we stare a wondering at the tree.
Will the glorious Pot be coming?
Will the nuances we find?
On the 7th day we’re choking, with anticipation flowing.
Nuances and discerning, Jim says takes time and learning.
We must be patient and wait.
On the 8th day a jumping, we know the pipe is coming.
Now a different chamber size, watching the clock ticking.
Hoping the time flys by.
On the 9th day of reading.
The reviews will make me smart.
My tongue is ready, and my head is steady.
On the 10th day of reading, we see more flavors to learn.
Oh, it’s not all about the tongue.
We must associate smell and tongue.
On the 11th day of more reading.
We feel we’ve found it today.
Dry, pack, puff, make it your way.
On the 12th day we reached, the Happy final stage!
Virginia floral, hay, grassy and bread this day.
Peppery Perique, no bite puffed the right way.
Smoky Latakia, a Barbecue sunny picnic day.
Burley nutty, creamy, sipped on coffee morning days.
Kentucky barn smell, country tastes they yell.
Rum flakes we’re singing, knowing the Sailor feeling.
Aromatic fruit, some don’t like to toot, make for a festive day.
Turkish and Oriental journeys, to far away lands we scurry.
Cavendish a delight, Old Codgers know it’s might.
So now we sing a praise.
Jim to you we thank, for our piping days.
Top ranked they are, we know more than ever, because your tongue’s so clever.
So we slow the cadence every day, because of you no rough edges will ever come our way.
We shall light slowly and sip joyfully, our tongues are happy, and so much smarter too.
Our tobacco life we owe you, more than you’ll ever know, because the joy in our piping is all a joyful glow, because of you, our tongues have learned to know.
A very Merry Happy Holidays and New Year to you Capt. Kirk, I mean Jim! LOL ?
? ? ? ? Of course I have to throw in a Big Aloha for you too! ?
