ZECHBAUER: GOOD STUFF

A friend recently brought back some tobacco from Germany, where he went for his son's wedding. The most surprising detail from his trip was that 'rowking is toddly' ("Rauchen ist Tödlich"), that being the message printed in big bold letters on the tin. Which probably replaced the older health fascist warning, namely that 'rowking fogs you and any humans in your give-a-round shoddy air hubbles too' ("Rauchen fügt Ihnen und den Menschen in Ihrer Umgebung erheblichen Schaden zu"). That's still far better than in England, where you get pictures of horrid gangrenous feet (because joggers shouldn't try to light up while running), and the new labels on MacBaren tins, which à propos of nothing state that nicotine is addictive.

Tomatoes, eggplants, and chilies also have nicotine.

That's why you eat Mexican food every hour.

Fifteen feet away from the door.

Or at the curbside.


It was damned good tobacco. I wish I had some more of that toddly stuff. Zechbauer in Munich seems like a very fine shop. Their house English mixture is ... juicy. Splendid Virginias and a bit of Latakia.

Sweet, not dissimilar to Drucquer's Red Lion or the current iteration of Dunhill's Baby's Bottom (BB 1938), pleasant smoking and smooth.
Also spicy, with a nice level of creosote.

[LINK: Zechbauer Privat English Blend Medium]

Max Zechbauer Tabakwaren GmbH & Co. KG
Residenzstrasse 10
D-80333 München

Opening hours:
Mon-Fri, 10am-7pm
Sat, 10am-6pm
Tel.: 0049(89) – 29 01 30-26

Website: https://www.zechbauer.de/en/


Yes, I do know that my translations of the German text are a little off-kilter, but surely you don't expect me to respect those silly messages? We already know that nicotine is addictive, it does not tell us anything startling, and the oppressive warnings that are now de rigueur are patronizing and offensive.

As is the municipal requirement in SF that you only smoke several body-lengths away from all operable doors and windows, or else a rotund nazi in the uniform of a security guard will come out to scream at you.
Next to four slow lanes of highly polluting traffic.
Plus discarded fast-food containers.
And piles of dog shit.

The whole damned world has become Berkeley.
Easily triggered tofu-snarfers.



The monthly meeting of the local pipe club took place this past weekend. We ritually sacrificed a Vegan baby, and wrote rude slogans on the walls of the Ladies Christian Temperance Union.



Remember, boys and girls, rowking is toddly, and there might be shoddy people near your roundabout.

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