This isn't a pipe tobacco review for a couple of reasons. Even though I've been smoking a pipe on and off for almost 40 years I don't feel comfortable with the terminology more learned types use. I can talk wine and I can talk bourbon but pipe tobacco still eludes me. I'm a fast puffer and am always happiest surrounded by billowing clouds of smoke. Some days I do better than others cooling my jets but I really should just throw in the towel and give up on trying to become a sipper.
So, this is really more of a tobacco reaction. I picked up some tobacco recently from Hiplainsdrifter and he chucked in an oz. of Mac Baren Symphony. (The only thing I know about that manufacturer is that everybody here bitches about tongue bite.) The cut is very rough and maybe I should've prepared it with a little rubbing. It felt dry so I loose packed a thick walled Charatan second and gave it a charring light.
Judas Priest! That stuff tastes like hell on toast. It was a combination of nasty-assed medicine and scorched pizza with a metallic coating on my tongue and a weird tingling in the roof of my mouth-bone. One of my kids walked into the living room and said, "Did you burn a Pop-Tart, Dad?"
Twenty minutes later I fired up the pipe again and it still tasted like shit so I set it aside while we watched the last 30 minutes of a Season Three "Deadwood" episode. My other kiddo walked into the room, took a whiff and remarked, "That's nasty." (My twins are 19 and both love cigars. They've never once bitched about my pipe tobacco until tonight.)
Finally, on the third light I started smoking this really wonderful tobacco. It didn't taste like hell. It didn't taste like shit. It tasted like... Prince Albert. Excuse me, and I'll be go to hell, I like Prince Albert.
I don't ever want to be disrespectful to tobacco blenders. Or winemakers. Or bourbon makers. You people walk on water as far as I'm concerned. But when it comes to Mac Baren Symphony I'm thinking I better set the entire mess on fire for 45 minutes or so before I put it inside of one of my burners.
So, this is really more of a tobacco reaction. I picked up some tobacco recently from Hiplainsdrifter and he chucked in an oz. of Mac Baren Symphony. (The only thing I know about that manufacturer is that everybody here bitches about tongue bite.) The cut is very rough and maybe I should've prepared it with a little rubbing. It felt dry so I loose packed a thick walled Charatan second and gave it a charring light.
Judas Priest! That stuff tastes like hell on toast. It was a combination of nasty-assed medicine and scorched pizza with a metallic coating on my tongue and a weird tingling in the roof of my mouth-bone. One of my kids walked into the living room and said, "Did you burn a Pop-Tart, Dad?"
Twenty minutes later I fired up the pipe again and it still tasted like shit so I set it aside while we watched the last 30 minutes of a Season Three "Deadwood" episode. My other kiddo walked into the room, took a whiff and remarked, "That's nasty." (My twins are 19 and both love cigars. They've never once bitched about my pipe tobacco until tonight.)
Finally, on the third light I started smoking this really wonderful tobacco. It didn't taste like hell. It didn't taste like shit. It tasted like... Prince Albert. Excuse me, and I'll be go to hell, I like Prince Albert.
I don't ever want to be disrespectful to tobacco blenders. Or winemakers. Or bourbon makers. You people walk on water as far as I'm concerned. But when it comes to Mac Baren Symphony I'm thinking I better set the entire mess on fire for 45 minutes or so before I put it inside of one of my burners.