Peterson's Irish Flake in the big Brillani cutty. With black coffee. 8/10. Don't recall ever having smoked irish Flake in this pipe before, and what tasted a lot like a vinegar casing came through unusually strongly, mitigating my enjoyment a bit. Found my father's old smoker's mutitool knife, presumed lost for years, a good thing to remember him by. Inspected the plants in the greenhouse and was joined by Little Miss, the neighbour's tortoiseshell cat, who graced my lap for about two minutes before deciding she's not a flake fan at all.