I've mentioned before that I got lucky and married the woman who allows me to smoke anything, except Carter Hall, in the house. However, since she found out we were expecting our second child in November, everything "stunk". I was anticipating this, as it happened with our first born, and I was prepared this time, so I thought. Most of my recent purchases had at least 1 oz of an aromatic of sorts thrown in. I'm usually an English guy, and really taken a liking to some Virginias recently, but I figured there has to be something that she will let me get away with. After having her turn her nose up, or better yet, hold it closed, I have been banished to the garage. As I was out tinkering with a replacement stem that I bought for a for corn cob last year that I never got around to making look presentable, I enjoyed some Captain Black my younger brother have to me as a Christmas present. When I walked in, she said that I smelled.... Good. Her exact description was cake. So I packed another and joined her in the living room for an episode of Peaky Blinders. Looks like I'm out of the garage, for now.