Don't you think there are blends that either by tobacco component(s) or casing that try to disguise something else in the blend that is obnoxious? I came to one such blend called "Hair of the Dog that Bit-ya" as made my way home after having my fortune read in Cassadaga, FL.
I had walked into the fortune teller's parlor with a pipe in my mouth and the customary fedora, and as I did, a crone bestirred herself from the sofa and introduced herself as Ms. Haley. I reciprocated, and before I knew it was seated behind one side of a dimly lit room, the crone opposite.
Learning that I was soon to have both fame and fortune, I left in exultation, thumbing the tin, above, in my pocket. I loaded a bowl, and though I could puff on it, I felt that something was wrong.
Turns out in very fine script rodent hair and recycled piss were listed.