More cube-cut Capstan Blue in my Big Ben Ranger. (No picture this time, but you get 1000 words instead...)
My "Virginia education" continues... I am to the point where I can avoid burning my tongue outright, but I often singe it in a more gradual way that I don't notice at first. I tend to stick the tip of my tongue directly in the path of the smoke coming out of the button, probably for the same reason that a dog sticks its head out the window of a moving car and looks forward. I get a few good blasts of sweetness and other basic flavors that way, but then it stops working and I start smoking harder.
With today's bowl, I'm making more of a conscious effort to keep my tongue out of the way, especially during relights. And I'm re-training myself to taste the smoke more... ambiently.
It's like being a Buddhist monk in training, trying to clear the mind and focus on the subtleties and getting thwacked with a cane when you screw up.