Textured vegetable protein, the baloney of the vegan world.I'd say @BROBS is full of baloney, but he's a vegan. So he can't be full of baloney.
Textured vegetable protein, the baloney of the vegan world.I'd say @BROBS is full of baloney, but he's a vegan. So he can't be full of baloney.
Cool I agree.So, just to be clear. I. Don’t. Care.
My. Cellar. Floweth. Over.
Yes, I’m a jerk.
We have exactly zero power to either increase or decrease tobacco crop/component production.Cool I agree.
thanks for stopping by.
I'm in the same boat.I've got more English and more Perique blends than I'll be able to smoke in my lifetime. Orientals like Macedonia, Yenidje, and Samsun are my priority now.
Sun Bear and Outshine are great ones.?I'm in the same boat.
Any new oriental-based blends are an instant buy for me, especially if a unique oriental is featured. Watch City Voriental is really the only one that's come around for a while now.
I disagree entirely.We have exactly zero power to either increase or decrease tobacco crop/component production.
We are merely passengers.
When McClelland went tits up it was a tough pill to swallow, but we survived.
This is what I mean(t).
Woah! When I posted about Mark saying that he cuts his perique with dark fire, he told us that it had always been done that way, for as far back as they’ve been using it commercially. So, there shouldn’t be anything different, except for what the blender can expect in crop differences year to year.Perique is getting substituted with dark fired, which doesn't work.
I confess to missing that Fantastic Foods Instant Chili mix that was loaded with TVP. I have a lot of nostalgia from my early 20s when we'd use it as a base to make chili. Hell, it was even better with beef or venison added!Textured vegetable protein, the baloney of the vegan world.
My comment wasn’t about home growing and home processing. Nobody on this or any forum is going to process or grow enough to supply the rest of the forum.I disagree entirely.
The principles behind producing Perique aren't terribly complicated and neither is Latakia.
You could make it in your back yard if you really want.
These things could be produced in a variety of places, people just aren't doing that right now because existing supplies are still more convenient.
Wow. You sir, took the words right out of my brain. My exact thoughts word for word.Too be 100% honest, I can’t taste all of the subtle nuances of different tobacco blends like some people in the hobby can, and I’m grateful that I can’t, and feel sorrow for those who can. I will never know the ultimate pleasure that tobacco can bring nor will I know pain of loss when that unique pleasure is gone. I smoke for the pleasure of the hobby; a connection to my grandfather and the past. I smoke what agrees with both my throat and my palate. I smoke what is easy to maintain, what I can coax nicotine from, and what helps put me in a meditative state to temporarily mitigate the stressors of this world. I smoke out of rebellion. And I smoke a pipe exclusively, to preserve a dying art. No matter what, according to my criteria, I will be able to enjoy this hobby to my last puff; and I will never know (or allow myself to know) this admonition of Winston Smith, a character from George Orwell’s book, 1984: “Winston becomes painfully aware that the environment is dirty, cold, and uncomfortable. In addition to the outdated, filthy atmosphere, Winston takes note of the nasty food, bad coffee, and grimy tables. Winston thinks to himself, Always in your stomach and in your skin there was a sort of protest, a feeling that you had been cheated of something...”
And for this, I am grateful.
Too be 100% honest, I can’t taste all of the subtle nuances of different tobacco blends like some people in the hobby can, and I’m grateful that I can’t, and feel sorrow for those who can. I will never know the ultimate pleasure that tobacco can bring nor will I know pain of loss when that unique pleasure is gone. I smoke for the pleasure of the hobby; a connection to my grandfather and the past. I smoke what agrees with both my throat and my palate. I smoke what is easy to maintain, what I can coax nicotine from, and what helps put me in a meditative state to temporarily mitigate the stressors of this world. I smoke out of rebellion. And I smoke a pipe exclusively, to preserve a dying art. No matter what, according to my criteria, I will be able to enjoy this hobby to my last puff; and I will never know (or allow myself to know) this admonition of Winston Smith, a character from George Orwell’s book, 1984: “Winston becomes painfully aware that the environment is dirty, cold, and uncomfortable. In addition to the outdated, filthy atmosphere, Winston takes note of the nasty food, bad coffee, and grimy tables. Winston thinks to himself, Always in your stomach and in your skin there was a sort of protest, a feeling that you had been cheated of something...”
And for this, I am grateful.
We are not so few and far between in our experience as this (or any forum) might let on.Wow. You sir, took the words right out of my brain. My exact thoughts word for word.
If I imagine while I am smoking things like figs, plums, citrus, and hay then yes , I can taste those things. The thing is, if I imagine while I am smoking the smell of a woman's skin, her hair, lips, and the sweetness of her kiss, then guess what? That is what I taste. I am beginning to think all of these so-called super tasters are...We are not
We are not so few and far between in our experience as this (or any forum) might let on.
I agree with you that at least 98% of those saying that they are super tasters are only imagining that they are, the remaining 2% truly are. I knew a man named Roy Daniel who was for many years, the head chef at the Knickerbocker club and the personal chef to John Rockefeller. He was a super taster. One night while catering a party in New York for a meeting of the most notable wine sommeliers of the time, a very old and obscure bottle of wine was brought out for the group to identify. It was meant to be a fun challenge to see who had any recollection of it. Every sommelier tried but failed, to pinpoint the exact name of this wine. Mr. Daniel was out on the floor doing his job when, because of his reputation and high esteem, was asked if he would like to guess at the wine? He took a glass of the wine off the tray, gave it a whirl and sniff, and with one taste he said “Oh yes, I know this wine! I had a glass of it 10 years ago at the club.” and he rattled off not only the name, but the vintage of the wine as well (which I do not remember), much to everyone's astonishment. Roy was a super taster and a most endearing man. I miss him terribly since his passing (but I digress).If I imagine while I am smoking things like figs, plums, citrus, and hay then yes , I can taste those things. The thing is, if I imagine while I am smoking the smell of a woman's skin, her hair, lips, and the sweetness of her kiss, then guess what? That is what I taste. I am beginning to think all of these so-called super tasters are...