So, just to be contrary, What's the vilest room note of any tobacco you've had? I mean the ones that can compete with the leaky o-ring on the day after a bowl of chili.....
Mine is (was) Dunhill London Blend. Lovely English, but oh my the smell it left behind....
That reminds me of a story: In my college days I had a buddy who had, for lack of a better word, infamous bowels. We were sitting in a friend's room in the middle of the hallway when he let loose. He continued to placidly read his magazine as on both sides of the room doors were flung open, and strapping young men with stinging tears in their eyes, stumbled down the halls and into the outdoors, screaming about something having died inside. This continued until the whole hall was empty. My friend continued to sit placidly reading his magazine, the very picture of calm in the storm. It was the stuff of legends....
Mine is (was) Dunhill London Blend. Lovely English, but oh my the smell it left behind....
That reminds me of a story: In my college days I had a buddy who had, for lack of a better word, infamous bowels. We were sitting in a friend's room in the middle of the hallway when he let loose. He continued to placidly read his magazine as on both sides of the room doors were flung open, and strapping young men with stinging tears in their eyes, stumbled down the halls and into the outdoors, screaming about something having died inside. This continued until the whole hall was empty. My friend continued to sit placidly reading his magazine, the very picture of calm in the storm. It was the stuff of legends....
