When I was a kid, my dad and I spent many weekends hunting in the mountains. We would stay in an old hunter's cabin that was equipped with an ancient wood burning stove as the only heat source for both cooking and comfort on the cold winter nights. The cabin had been used for so many generations that nobody really knew who first built it and the stove probably pre-dated the cabin by God only knows how many more generations. It's likely that both saw use during the years of the American Civil War.
That stove had infused the entire interior of the cabin with an aroma that was so dense that you could taste it on your tongue. It was old, dark, and musty but not in any way unpleasant. To the contrary, it was warm and comforting; inviting even. The very same could be said for the Revor Plug that I have smoldering in this Old Rarity rotten apple. The fresh tang of the mountain air, the heavy darkness of old smoke, the dry warmth of seasoned wood; it's all here.
The mountains are still there, but my dad, the cabin, and that wood stove have been gone for many years now. However, for as long as this bowl lasts, I'll be warming myself by the cabin stove while I watch my dad clean the rifle barrels.