Easing into this Thursday with a bowl of Peterson Sherlock Holmes. I don’t know what to think of this blend. After a few weeks open in its tin before jarring it, it seems to have come to life, but it’s a delicate smoke in which if you’re too aggressive you lose all the notes and get ash, which is a problem for me because I tend to smoke like a freight train at times.
Anyways it’s in a trusted cob with a cup of black, dark, bitter, almost black hole like, coffee, pure and undiluted nectar of the gods.
