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.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

SUCH A HORRID CHOCOLATE STENCH!

Some pipe tobaccos make people romantically ooze out the words "that reminds me of my father ..... ooh!" Of course, if they are less than thirty years of age, they may instead lithp the thententhe "yowza, old fossil, that reminds me of my great great great grandfather!"

Then there are the tobaccos that will make some individuals scream: "cheezus aitch, that stinks like a sewer you rancid old perv, I am going to die!"

If you are in Berkeley across the bay, that could be any pipe tobacco, really, because Berkeley finds tobacco to be incredibly offensive and imperialist, as well as an extremely old dead white man thing.

Oppressive fascist, this is a safe zone!

The heck with Berkeley.


Anywhere else it might just be the reek of Lane's Dark Red, a spanking new product from the same outfit that brought you the propylene glycol cocktail and all of its variants.


Cite:

Lane Dark Red​​

From the company that makes the largest-selling bulk aromatic blends in the US comes an all-new black Cavendish that we're sure is going to become one of their most popular pipe tobaccos - Lane Dark Red. 
Using the same Green River black Cavendish base as their ever-popular BCA, Lane's Dark Red is one of the most flavorful and fragrant tobaccos they've ever made. The soft, rich leaf is imbued with a deep, robust combination of cherry and confectionery flavors that will more than satisfy the pipester with a sweet tooth, and will delight anyone in the area. If you're looking for an all-day blend with an amazing room note, look no further than Dark Red.

End cite.

[SOURCE: http://www.pipesandcigars.com/pipe-tobacco/104120/lane-dark-red/.]

My esteemed colleague puffed this all day on Thursday, consequently by the time I attended the pipe club meeting, I was in a foul mood and desperately needed some cheese.

My esteemed colleague will smoke damned well anything.

I suspect him of degeneracy.


He also smokes other fruity-cake tobaccos (I have spoken to him about that), and listens to Italian operas.


The "amazing room note", mentioned above, is not entirely gagsome, but nevertheless incredibly offensive, and quite utterly baffling, as rather than having a wholesome aroma of tobacco, or a reek of rotten stone fruit, it reminds one of nothing so much as hippie incense and unwashed bodies.

I'm sure it will be a phenomenal success.

Kudos, Lane Limited, kudos.

Hello Kitty sh*t.


DARK STRONG FLAKE

After the meeting three of us ended up at a local dive where the refined cigar smokers hold sway, and, as per longstanding intelligence, we refrained from enjoying anything as loathsome as the Dark Red. Aromatics are verboten there, along with perversions, because cigar smokers are sensitive souls who will not abide such outrages.
Acid Cigars are not allowed either, by the way.

Three pipe smokers, in a downtown bar...

Ten Russians mixed with a blonde flake in one pipe.

Eighty percent Virginia plus four percent Perique in another.

Then William pulled out a brier, and loaded up a bowl of Peter Heinrich's Dark Strong Flake. Which is described so: "Aged cakes of red Virginia and fire-cured dark Kentucky tobaccos give this full-bodied, flavorful flake an unusually rich and naturally spicy taste. Not for neophytes, this one satisfies with old-fashioned deep taste. Good outdoors."

[Reviews and lots of praise-poofle about Peter Heinrich's Dark Strong Flake here:
sex tobacco non-pareil.]


It's a cult favourite, and has numerous aficionados.


WHAT SMOKING PH-DSF IS VERY MUCH LIKE

[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1teoC2aMVtY.]

I've enjoyed it, but I wouldn't particularly search for it. It's not quite my style, as I am a more restrained and balanced individual than most other pipe smokers, many of whom are tattooed freaks and Gandalf wannabees.
I am rather an old-fashioned British-type smoker, tea and sherry and all that, and prefer tobaccos that evoke a different time and place.

But William likes DSF, and puffed happily.

All hell promptly burst loose.

Because, you see, fire-cured Kentucky which has been steampressed with red Virginia smells remarkably like chocolate with a smidgeon of plums.
Not sure about the chemistry, but it sure does rile up cigar smokers.
One particular cigar smoker.

Who is one of the owners.

No aromatics allowed!

It is certifiably not an aromatic, even though being a Danish product it does have anethone as well as a dark sugary essence in the top dressing, but no matter! You will not smoke THAT in my pristine temple! Ick poo!


William looked crestfallen, but I gently persuaded him to have a bowl of my Virginia and Perique mixture instead. One of these days I may have to start manufacturing it for commercial distribution, as it is an enjoyable all day & all tobacco smoke, inoffensive to purists though unacceptable in Berkeley despite its very collegiate composition, with just enough tanginess to satisfy. It soothes the savage beast.

[The other person by this time had switched to a flake from a colourful tin. Perhaps Solani, but I do not know. It did not offend the proprietor, praise the fates and boruch haShem. It is quite likely that any (all) of the following products will make cigar purists have conniptions: HH Old Dark Fired, an extremely  lovely steampressed fire-cured Kentucky, deeply rich and perfumy; HH Dark Strong Kentucky, which smells butch and masculine, and puts me on the floor; Gawith Hoggarth Rum Flake OR Gawith Hogarth Ennerdale Flake, both of which are Lakeland style products with a certain quotient of degeneracy (the latter smells like urinal cake); Samuel Gawith 1792 Flake, that being a tonquin-oil dressed dark steamed product, very old fashioned and lady-like; MacBarens Vanilla Cream, which I shan't even try; and probably also the Peterson's Irish Flake, which has a divine reek and also tends to put me on the floor like the Dark Strong Kentucky. You will note that all of these have either a pronounced dollop of firecured Kentucky (ooh, that strange suggestion of chocolate!), or an added flavouring that will offend vampires.]

This blogger has profound sympathy for the bar proprietor's life-journey.


Sometime very soon, just to push the envelope, I shall march into the Oxxy smoking a full bowl of Dark Red.


Now, about young master Thingbottom von Shproink, he's still a dingus.
Totally. Tweeds and everything.




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