I was going to put this in the "General Discussions" section, but upon second guessing myself, I felt it more appropriate here, as it pertains directly to the Machiavellian Mephistophelean tactics of the LA area policymakers. So, a note to mods/admins: if this is in the wrong place and needs to be elsewhere, my apologies. I just wish to share an experience I had yesterday.
I live an hour north of LA. My wife and I were invited by a friend in Orange County to come over for some good old fashioned conversation and human contact. He smokes cigars, and he certainly enjoyed the aroma of the bowl of CAO Moontrance I fired up on the patio. On our way back, I decided to pop in to the last B&M tobacconist in the Los Angeles area, Tobacco Trader. I was hoping to find a deal or two, and pick up a tin of MacBaren Vanilla Roll Cake, which I have had the urge to try. Turns out, due to a recent flavored tobacco ban, not only can they not carry any tobacco having a title hinting at the presence of a flavor, but they have had to completely change the names of their house blends, making them sound more innocuous in order to circumvent this latest round of nonsense! I don't know, maybe I'm just out of the loop out here in the boondocks, but this one really bothered me. Yes, I know what you're probably thinking, that I shouldn't be the least bit surprised by anything the anti-tobacco cretins devise, but I feel especially bummed out knowing that, with each restrictive measure, LA moves closer to literally having zero B&Ms within its bloated city limits.
I chatted with the proprietor for as long as I could reasonably survive the oxygen deprivation. His mask rendered a third of his words to gibberish, but from what I could discern, they aren't in a good way. Which makes sense, seeing as they have to be on their toes all the time, reacting to each successive tobacco attack as best as they can in order than they might stay afloat just a bit longer. In the past five years, Tinderbox in Santa Monica and Kramer's in Bev. Hills have both thrown in the towel. It's as though the local attacks on tobacco now land squarely on this storekeeper's shoulders, with no way to diffuse them, and the vibe I got did seem to reflect an understanding of this. I honestly felt a little like watching a wildebeest getting dragged underwater by a Nile crocodile. The juxtaposition of the afternoon smoke with my friend compared with the fatalistic sentiment hanging in the air within this B&M hanging on for dear life...it's something I won't soon forget.
So, no MacB VRC for me, but I did snag:
1) Peterson University Flake
2) Orlik Golden Sliced
3) Ashton Gold Rush
I know everyone says it, and I know it's cliche, but I can't help it. Cellar deep, my fellow SoCal pipe smokers. And get to it, post haste!
I live an hour north of LA. My wife and I were invited by a friend in Orange County to come over for some good old fashioned conversation and human contact. He smokes cigars, and he certainly enjoyed the aroma of the bowl of CAO Moontrance I fired up on the patio. On our way back, I decided to pop in to the last B&M tobacconist in the Los Angeles area, Tobacco Trader. I was hoping to find a deal or two, and pick up a tin of MacBaren Vanilla Roll Cake, which I have had the urge to try. Turns out, due to a recent flavored tobacco ban, not only can they not carry any tobacco having a title hinting at the presence of a flavor, but they have had to completely change the names of their house blends, making them sound more innocuous in order to circumvent this latest round of nonsense! I don't know, maybe I'm just out of the loop out here in the boondocks, but this one really bothered me. Yes, I know what you're probably thinking, that I shouldn't be the least bit surprised by anything the anti-tobacco cretins devise, but I feel especially bummed out knowing that, with each restrictive measure, LA moves closer to literally having zero B&Ms within its bloated city limits.
I chatted with the proprietor for as long as I could reasonably survive the oxygen deprivation. His mask rendered a third of his words to gibberish, but from what I could discern, they aren't in a good way. Which makes sense, seeing as they have to be on their toes all the time, reacting to each successive tobacco attack as best as they can in order than they might stay afloat just a bit longer. In the past five years, Tinderbox in Santa Monica and Kramer's in Bev. Hills have both thrown in the towel. It's as though the local attacks on tobacco now land squarely on this storekeeper's shoulders, with no way to diffuse them, and the vibe I got did seem to reflect an understanding of this. I honestly felt a little like watching a wildebeest getting dragged underwater by a Nile crocodile. The juxtaposition of the afternoon smoke with my friend compared with the fatalistic sentiment hanging in the air within this B&M hanging on for dear life...it's something I won't soon forget.
So, no MacB VRC for me, but I did snag:
1) Peterson University Flake
2) Orlik Golden Sliced
3) Ashton Gold Rush
I know everyone says it, and I know it's cliche, but I can't help it. Cellar deep, my fellow SoCal pipe smokers. And get to it, post haste!