I puked early on in my piping days. I didn’t know to dry out tobaccos before smoking, and was exploring English blends, which are usually pretty easy to smoke without drying. I got a tin of Samuel Gawith Black XX Twist, and was excited to try it out. So I got home, sliced a couple coins off the rope, folded them up and started puffing. I couldn’t keep it lit, wet and compressed as it was, and kept puffing harder and harder while lighting over and over. The notoriously strong nicotine hit me like a sledgehammer, and I got the spins, laid down, and then puked. Didn’t touch a Gawith Twist for a decade after. Now I love ‘em. But it was a miserable experience that was caused totally by my inexperienced zeal to try a new tobacco.