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Tobacco Reviews,,,,but a littlr more personal
LostMason
Apprentice
in Tobacco Talk
We've all read the tobacco reviews online and some have probably contributed,I.m picking up hints of mango
and jasmine with an after taste of New Jersy sewer water,that kind of stuff.But how many have lit up a bowl
and felt the past wrap around them?Did you fire up that english blend and see the old neighbor sit on his
porch?A couple months ago I fired up a bowl of Alexander Bridge while helping to build a barn,and suddenly I was
12 years old standing in a dominoes parlor watching my uncle win a quarter bet.What tobacco brought on your
favored memories?
and jasmine with an after taste of New Jersy sewer water,that kind of stuff.But how many have lit up a bowl
and felt the past wrap around them?Did you fire up that english blend and see the old neighbor sit on his
porch?A couple months ago I fired up a bowl of Alexander Bridge while helping to build a barn,and suddenly I was
12 years old standing in a dominoes parlor watching my uncle win a quarter bet.What tobacco brought on your
favored memories?
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@LostMason, I bought a MATCH blend of John Rolfe Peach Brandy from P&C several months ago and the moment I lit up I was transported back to my time as a clerk messenger at my local newspaper 'The Gary-Post Tribune'. I was part of a program called Distributive Education whereby a high school Senior majoring in business went to school four hours in the morning fulfilling required courses, then in the afternoon he or she worked at one of several business establishments which participated in the program. We were not only paid ... but our performance on the job also determined our grade.
Well something about that first puff of John Rolfe triggered a flashback to an incident that occurred one day when I was working in the basement archive where a copy of each newspaper was filed in wooden bins, stacked one on top the other like a giant bookshelf that ran the entire length of the basement walls. This was the practice before newspapers were eventually transferred to microfilm. As you might imagine with shelves stacked ceiling to floor with old newsprint, the possibility of a fire was ever present, so precautions were taken in the form of a sprinkler system.
Well being the bonehead I was, while standing on a rolling elevated platform near one of the uppermost shelves retrieving a newspaper requested by one my supervisor; I paused to light my pipe. Bad idea. (In my defense there were no 'No Smoking' signs posted in the area). But what I hadn't noticed was I was positioned directly under a sprinkler head, and the act of lighting my pipe triggered the system. Alarms sounded, water sprayed around me, seemingly soaking an entire section of archived newspapers, and I think a little squirt of pee might have trickled down my pant leg. Thankfully the powers that be had the foresight to store each issue in a plastic bag on the outside chance some jackass like me might accidently trigger the sprinkler system.
As unbelievable as it may seem I didn't lose my job that day. I was pretty traumatized by the incident and even today can't recall the exact lie I told to weasel my way out of it (I was so nervous I was probably speaking in tongues) But it apparently worked. And I still managed to get a passing grade and graduate. Of course once I graduated 'The Gary-Post Tribune' gladly washed their hands of me as they prepared for a new student to fill the position the following year. Hoping for one with more active brain cells than I seemingly possessed during my tenure.