Courtesy of Taboo Tees |
The tin note is modest, but good, reminding me of sticking my nose into a pack of Chesterfields when I was a kid. Back then, nothing had a better smell than Chesterfields, except perhaps, Eight O’Clock Coffee at the A&P.
The tobacco itself, blended by Reeves of C&D with the aid of Warped Cigars Kyle Gellis, is a ribbon, light and dark: Virginia and Criollo. The charring light and first few puffs seem unremarkable, but then it gets interesting. I can’t seem to pick out the component parts, they are evenly yoked and pulling together, producing a taste that I can only call Tobacco. Much like in Native American mythology where you have a coyote – a scruffy doglike creature that lives just about anywhere, and you have Coyote – the supernatural embodiment of all coyotes. It’s not tobacco, it’s Tobacco: rich and balanced. I wish I’d bought more.
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