JACKNIFE PLUG, BY G. L. PEASE - ROWBOATS, ROPE, TAR PAPER, AND A GUN
After all, that’s what cutting machines in factories are for, right?
Grudgingly, and with extreme reluctance, I admit that I was wrong.
I cannot imagine this stuff tasting as good if it were presented otherwise.
[New World Collection - G. L. Pease]
JackKnife Plug - dark-fired Kentucky leaf and ripe red Virginia tobaccos, with their deep, earthy flavors, are layered on a central core of golden flue-cured for a hint of bright sweetness, then pressed and matured in cakes, and finally cut into 2oz blocks. Slice it thick and rub it out for a ribbon cut, thin for a shag, or chop it into cubes. The choice is yours.
Either use a heavy cleaver pressed down in the manner of a Cantonese chef, or go at it with your finest Ginsu knife. Reduce it to more manageable shreds with a pair of kitchen shears. Then rub it.
Only after it looks like something you can smoke should you dry it to the right moisture level.
Hacking and rubbing do not take much time, and it should not prove onerous to prepare a two or three day supply in between watching the eleven o'clock news and popping your favourite animé porn disc into the VCR.
Or, in my case "The Life-cycle of the Common Pipistrelle" - (3 disc set).
I don't watch animé porn. But I will assume that you are normal.
This is a wonderful tobacco to smoke when everybody else is asleep.
You don't want them awake, they might disturb you.
Instead of leaving you the heck alone with this splendid stuff.
You and your mild perversions.
There's an undertone of sweetness, and while it is a nicotine-rich product, it does not catch the throat or tingle the glands in your mouth the way some other overweight tobaccos do. Nor does it taste heavy. Instead, it has an earthy saveur that bears slow contemplation.
Slightly suggestive of chocolate and cigars, though that impression is fleeting.
Becomes somewhat spicier as the bowl progresses.
Yields a very soft crumbly ash.
This tobacco will persuade you that telecommuting is a damned fine idea.
Just thinking about being able to smoke this during the working day brings a warm glow.
Either that, or you could retire to a tarred shack out in the Sacramento delta and shoot river rats and seagulls in a contemplative manner.
As if that were meditational, not just for the pot.
I really really like it.
Haven't cut myself yet.
So SEVERAL thumbs up.
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