I took a couple necessary days off after trying to match Dr. Amish's rate and irrigating my palate, or plallate as autocorrect wishes to spell it, as a result. This evening I took a baby-step with relatively mild 1999 Navy Flake in a poorly maintained Savanelli Punto Oro that somehow acquired a longish, slightly bent vulcanite Dunhill stem, also poorly maintained. Heineken Silver compounded my poor choices so far, and at the moment an ember amongst the white ash has lit a pipe cleaner to smouldering. Damn you, JimInks, you set a high bar.