At the back of the hill

Warning: If you stay here long enough you will gain weight! Grazing here strongly suggests that you are either omnivorous, or a glutton. And you might like cheese-doodles.
BTW: I'm presently searching for another person who likes cheese-doodles.
Please form a caseophilic line to the right. Thank you.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011


Legends are made of this. Triple Play by Greg Pease is the kind of pipe tobacco that years from now superannuated old fossils will tell their grandchildren about, happily boasting about the time they stayed up all night smoking while repairing the number five steam pump and watching nudie dancers twirling in the silver moonlight. Oh boy yes, and we swilled Bourbon!
Nothing like the nicotine patches you youngsters feel so manly about today, or your multiple prescriptions for ethanol!
Real tobacco. Real pipes.
Real human hootchies.
No plastics here, boy!


"Ripe red and bright flue-cured tobaccos are joined by piquant Acadian Perique and a balanced measure of smoky dark-fired Kentucky. The leaf is pressed and matured in cakes before being cut into 2oz bars, resulting in a bold blend for Virginia and Perique fans."

I would NOT recommend staying up all night smoking this.
Get a good night's sleep, and enjoy another few bowls tomorrow instead.


Triple Play is a beautiful and complex product of a very old-fashioned type. The initial aroma upon opening the tin is distinctly plummy, with a hint of dates. After cutting some off the plug and rubbing it out, you should dry it a bit before loading your pipe. It is too moist to smoke as is, which makes it easy to cut.
Top the bowl with some desiccated shreds for an even light-up.

Far mellower and rounder than Peterson's Irish Flake, not as dark or dry-tasting as Samuel Gawith's Bracken Flake, and reminiscent of Escudo, albeit considerably spicier and more full-bodied.
Somewhat in the same vein as St. James Flake by Gawith, but much more intriguing.

Triple Play is a smooth smoke, but deceptively so. The soft velvety sweetness might fool you into thinking that this is a mild tobacco. At least until you notice a tingling in your cheeks, an itchiness in the middle of your back, and a disturbing woozy sensation from the nicotine whompus.
If you were to smoke two bowls of this in succession, for heaven's sake do NOT do so before breakfast. Or while gyrating on a ladder.
Smoke it slowly, and enjoy the flavour of the tobacco.
Combusts well, does not give tongue burn, and reduces down to a soft floury dark grey ash.
It will leave you feeling happy.

Beautiful, old-fashioned, and not for teenage boys.

NOTE: Vaper smokers often preface their review of a blend beyond their normal rotation with some form of apology or predictive denial: "I didn't think I would like this, and I was right/wrong".
As I will give anything a try, that would be rather pointless here.
Though in general I do prefer Latakia blends.

Normally I would not have bought a plug.
The local tobacconist had an open tin, I stuck my nose into it, and on the strength of the wonderful old-timey aged tobacco aroma, I snagged some.
Darn good thing. Need more.
I shall now purchase a bottle of Armagnac.
Which would go very well with this, I think.


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