After a moribund morning and grocery shopping, finally getting around to some 50-year-old Skallorna in my Cramp Devil Anse, with a brindle stem. Shot of vodka. Cool water. Finishing up the cold espresso.
I think this tobacco tastes just like it was 50 years ago, but I'll bet I'm wrong... none the less, I'm enjoying it, which is the whole point.
Hope you folks have had a fine weekend... my whole life is much the same as a weekend now... and, yes, I enjoy the freedom, but the machine doesn't work as well as it did 30 years ago.
...and that's OK... you youngsters are going to get here soon enough...