It was inevitable that I would get around to trying HH Vintage Syrian in the Caminetto Bulldog (
former residence: 666 Chez Le Diable). Here's the report.
Evidently, this pipe wasn't a denizen of hell after all...only purgatory. I'm not up on current afterlife doctrine, so I might have this wrong, but it used to be the case that, like diamonds, Hell Is Forever<img class="emojione" alt="
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I've heard that they've adjusted some of their dogma onna counta they were losing market share; but here again, I'm no expert on that subject.)
Anyhow, it would seem that this pipe has served its sentence in purgatory, and has now ascended into heaven, smoke-wise. I'm sitting here smitten by the smoke from a bowl of HHVS as I'm writing this. It's enough to...well, if not give a man religion, then at least give him a grateful heart that "Bob" (the universe) could concoct such things as
Tabacum nicotiana and
Erica arborea, and then — in a spasm of creativity on which the jury is still out — along came
**** sapiens, who put them both together in such a way as to eventually engender Caminetto Bulldoggies and HHVS. It's a natch'l high!
So, is this beast tamed at last? Unfortunately, no—at least not universally, for all tobaccos. The general tone and timbre of this smoke is consistent with that of the earlier burnage of blends containing Ginnyweed...by which I mean, there's a bit of heat and zing on the tongue.
While I don't know the exact proportion of Virginia that HHVS contains, it's probably something on the order of ~35% to 40%, with ~45% (reportedly) being Syrian Latweed, and the remainder being Turkweed, with a bit of Kentucky added for balls...er, sorry—I mean
oomph. So that's a hefty hunk o' Ginnyweed, and it probably explains why there's a tad o' tongue tingle in this bowl of HHVS. It's not unpleasant, by any means, but it's certainly enough to encourage the patient piper to slow the heck down on the puffage. Greedy puffing on this tobacco would surely yield a case of ZorchMouth to the inexperienced or impatient smokist.
As usual, I used a modified Franck method for the pack, which provides just a bit of resistance, so the draw is effortless and the smoke can be sipped. Such slow smokage is definitely a necessity for this pipe, as I've confirmed with everything I've smoked in it. But then, it has such a large bore diameter that it's not necessary to suck lustily. It delivers plenty of smoke with the gentlest puffing.
Wow! HHVS has never tasted quite like this in any other pipe. No doubt some of the cornucopia of flavors is attributable to ghosting of all the other weedages I've burned in it, the majority of which has been straight Cyprian Latweed. But that's a delightfully sweet and smokily seasoned altar upon which to burn any tobacco, with the possible exception of certain aromatic concoctions—
none of which I intend to burn herein.
Well...maybe a few bowls of Mixture 79, but that's all.
:shock:
Just kidding, Yak. :lol:
A few more bowls of HHVS should encourage this Bullpuppy to acclimate itself to the matured Ginnyweed therein. Bit by bit, I'm working my way toward its tolerance of Virginias. :mrgreen: