LAUDABLE FROG

A friend in Illinois made a video. Now, being myself easily bored -- short attention span which many obsessives have -- it is quite unusual for me to watch friend-made videos, limiting myself mostly to music in the background, or Hong Kong cookery when I'm cleaning up briars, as a means of pacing repetitive hand motions. So have I watched it.

While lightly reaming a pipe which I intend to smoke later in the day.

Considering what the video was about, that was appropriate.

A light casing of plastic and solvent.

With hints of Latakia.


THE DIRTY SOCK FIRE

[SOURCE: King Frog Morton: Does it live up to the name?. Video is age restricted and only viewable on Youtube.
Because anything tobacco upsets parents (and bores children). Go there -- Open link in new tab (right click).]


What he's enjoying is lip-smackingly good, but it's NOT the tobacco he's mainly talking about, which isn't. I get the distinct impression that 'King Frog Morton' is rather frightfully ghastly, and not even anywhere close to Frog Morton, a much loved McClellands product that people have been going batty over since the manufacturer closed their doors early in 2018.

Frog Morton by McClellands was a mild-medium English, pronounced Latakia nose.
Woodsy, but mellow and sweet enough that it appealed to many people.

There's an article about McClelland here: Farewell McClelland -- by Chuck Stanion

From 1977 till 2018, McClelland kept people happy.

[A replacement suggestion from the internet: Ghost of Frog Morton. Recipe: Equal parts Lane HGL and Stokkebye No. 17 English Luxury. Lane HGL: Toasted cavendish with some Latakia, Burley, and a blondish Virginia. A sweet full smoke, not heavy. Mild, with notes of caramel and raisins. Stokkeby No. 17 English Luxury: Mild Virginias and black cavendish, with Burley and Latakia, a classic. A mild-medium English, slightly sweet. Noticeable Burley.]

I've smoked everything they made, including some pressed Virginias that had notes like a fine wine, and enjoyed them. I've also stashed a few tins for a rainy day, some of which are over two decades old. But I do not lament their passing. Things come and go. There's tonnes of good stuff to stick in your pipes, from several different companies, which will give you bliss and trigger your nearest and dearest, especially the health-freak vegans and Berkeleyites among your kin, and if you've lit up a nice bowl of something and it makes you feel like you are in the reading room of your favourite bar-café just off the square, with the soft murmuring from the main room in the background, rain outside and visible from the well-lit table with both the NRC Handelsblad newspaper and the Neue Zürcher Zeitung, and only one other reader present, you've hit jackpot. Imagine the faint aromas of coffee and dark shag.


The pipe I reamed was an oldie from Comoy, with an antique glow to the wood.

It's sort of sporty looking, and suggests youth.
Well, to me it does. It's jaunty.
Very San Francisco.

TOBACCO INDEX


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