I’ve made my own blends, and been satisfied with the results. I reserve the right to try and blend some more at home.
But our friend Jim has reviewed nearly 3,000 different commercial blends that we can buy, so we don’t have to.
Imagine if you will, instead of a kitchen table and a few kinds of different commercially available tobaccos bought at retail to blend, you had access to a tobacco factory. You could buy raw leaf by the truckload, and casings and toppings by the drum. But, if you were not good at it, and didn’t make a tasty product, you’d not do it long.
My old buddy Jack was a philosopher, machinist, inventor, raconteur, pilot, and manufactured the only brand of arial wire marker sphere on the planet anybody ever heard of. Anybody could do it with access to a fiberglass chopper gun and and a barn, but Jack sold his Tana brand in 160 counties around the world, to cities from Kathmandu to Timbuktu, as he’d proudly claim.
Jack sometimes would take a pull from his Dutch Masters President and say, my little outfit is the General Motors of wire markers.
When General Motors sells a car, it has to work in Death Valley, climb Pike’s Peak, run all day at 80 on the interstates, start in Nome Alaska, not rust in Chicago, and Billy Joe at the parts shop must have parts for sale so Fred at the corner garage can service and repair it.
You have to get up awfully early in the morning to get ahead of an engineer who works for General Motors, he’d say.
Somebody at Lane keeps the recipe for Smoker’s Pride Cherry Cavendish.
He’s better at blending than I’ll ever be.
But our friend Jim has reviewed nearly 3,000 different commercial blends that we can buy, so we don’t have to.
Imagine if you will, instead of a kitchen table and a few kinds of different commercially available tobaccos bought at retail to blend, you had access to a tobacco factory. You could buy raw leaf by the truckload, and casings and toppings by the drum. But, if you were not good at it, and didn’t make a tasty product, you’d not do it long.
My old buddy Jack was a philosopher, machinist, inventor, raconteur, pilot, and manufactured the only brand of arial wire marker sphere on the planet anybody ever heard of. Anybody could do it with access to a fiberglass chopper gun and and a barn, but Jack sold his Tana brand in 160 counties around the world, to cities from Kathmandu to Timbuktu, as he’d proudly claim.
Jack sometimes would take a pull from his Dutch Masters President and say, my little outfit is the General Motors of wire markers.
When General Motors sells a car, it has to work in Death Valley, climb Pike’s Peak, run all day at 80 on the interstates, start in Nome Alaska, not rust in Chicago, and Billy Joe at the parts shop must have parts for sale so Fred at the corner garage can service and repair it.
You have to get up awfully early in the morning to get ahead of an engineer who works for General Motors, he’d say.
Somebody at Lane keeps the recipe for Smoker’s Pride Cherry Cavendish.
He’s better at blending than I’ll ever be.
