Got too dark for a pic, smoking the 1792 outside for an hour and a half (a good half hour of that must have been relights - last night before bed, I rubbed it out and cut it up and left it to air-dry on a paper towel until this evening. I have never rubbed out a stickier flake in my life). Finally I began to taste something under the Tonkin bean, and I almost like it. I'll review later. And I also composed an ode after the manner of Dr. Suess, which I'll put up elsewhere. Pipe was the Chinese no-name basket billiard, now dedicated to the gruelling task of understanding the blend, and the accompanying wet, was an Italian-style black coffee (Lavazza), which I think goes well with just about any dark flake.