Sometimes friend I think you are a reincarnation of a member that doesn't post anymore (Birddog66), I don't know why, the style of your writting, the photos, the fact that he was also in UK... strange. Don't get me wrong, I mean it in a good way, I liked his posts very much, I like yours also... Merry Christmas and all the best for your Lady's birthday!
Thank you for the good wishes, Christos, and I wish you the same.
I assure you though, I am not Birddog66 - at least, not as far as I know. But sometimes the strands of parallel realities, I believe - adjacent timelines of an infinite number of possibilities, cross one another and occasionally get twisted together, if only briefly, with strange results. I think this phenomenon is far more common that people realise, as mostly the symptoms are mild: for example, you wake up one morning feeling not quite yourself, one or two people you meet whom you know, act rather out of character, someone greets you by name and you have no idea who they are, and then you notice your socks are red, but you don't wear red socks: you were sure those you put on that morning, were grey... and that's all. Thereafter, the day proceeds quite normally... anyway, I am now going to search the archives for posts by this Birddog chap...
I haven’t quite figured it out yet. So far I’ve had coin cut and shredded and in both briar and meerschaum. I wouldn’t equate it to anise but it has a slight hint of fennel or something similar to anise with an occasional sweetness of a dark fired leaf.
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