I'm just now getting around to writing a review of GLP's Westminster for a very good reason: I've never smoked any before now. The reason is some bizarre combination of "economic factors", and hopeful confidence that the weed would continue to be available until I could get a round tuit...by which I mean enough budgetary breathing room to treat myself to a tin. And I suppose there's a bit of the incorrigible contrarian behind my decision to spring for some at this time, now that we have an Official Pronouncement of Tough Times. Screw that. Nothing locks in the impoverished mentality like conceding it. We are more than what the talking heads say we should be.
...(ahem)...er, sorry for the mini-rant, mah brothahs. This isn't the Rubber Room, after all, and what matters now is that the weed is in the pipe at last. Ah, yes...the pipe...
The Pipe
I figured I'd need a special pipe for Westminster. I've suspected for a long time which pipe it would be: a Mastro de Paja 3C "Rounded Dublin"...at least that's what I call the shape, although I believe Alan Schwartz and others have referred to it in the past as a "scoop". Here's a pic:
One imaginative person called it "a Pesaro take on the bulldog", but I suspect he was smoking a very different kind of pipeweed when he coughed that one up, if you catch my drift.
Anyhow, I broke in the MdP Rounded Dublin some 8 years ago on a potpourri of Hans Schürch classic English blends—principally Onyx, Amoun, and Mogano—which I think has been part of the secret of this pipe's wondrous smoking qualities since then (...a tale that might be worth telling another time). Soon thereafter I dedicated the pipe to GLP's Caravan for many years—until recently, when I burned a couple of bowls of Penzance in it. Any ghosting of those blends in this initial bowl of Westminster is likely to be minimal, but they'll soon be chased out in any case; I intend to dedicate the pipe to Westminster henceforth.
Westminster's tin aroma immediately spoke of the same refined balance and deep, smoky essence characteristic of the Schürch blends, which immediately confirmed my suspicion that the MdP Rounded Dublin was the pipe of choice. Not that Westminster's Cyrian Latakia is in any way equal to the Syrian Latweed in the classic Schürch blends, but it's equivalent in its role as more than a "mere" condiment. The Latweed is prominent, and its natural sweetness and rich flavor are a big part of Westminster's taste.
Moisture content is, predictably, perfect. No need for a charring light, or annoying "drying time". One light and the pipe is humming. The MdP has always been a dry smoker with good weed, and Westminster is no exception. I'm down to mid-bowl and there's not a hint of gurgle. And the burn is cool; the pipe is barely warm.
The Smokage
I can describe Westminster's smoke in one word: voluptuous. If this smoke were a woman, I'd have to change my pants. I know...that sounds like crude, boorish, off-the-charts hyperbole, but I emphatically deny the hyperbolic part.
Perhaps the more cynical observer might think I'm just another GLP drone who lavishes praise on every one of Sir Zero's creations. 'Tain't so; there are some I've never smoked—notably the LOTR-themed weedages, and the earlier Friedman & Pease blends. Nevertheless, to those who are tempted to venture an unkind cut or unbrotherly jab at my affinity for Greg's weedage, my simple reply is, "No one can accuse me of being a Peaseweed worshiper and get away unrewarded."
Although I'm never at a loss for words in describing the experience of smoking Gregorio's masterpieces, I must admit that he has made it increasingly difficult to be specific when I'm ranting about his most recent creations. Indeed, in the first half-bowl of Westminster, I've been able to do little more than sit here and blather on while enjoying the smoke.
But the second half of the bowl is another matter entirely. There are flavors here that are unexpected in a traditional "imperial" English blend. There's a toasted sweetness that is identifiably Virginian, but there's also a nutty fullness that I wouldn't expect without a Burley component; yet, Burley is notably absent from the list of ingredients. How does he do that? Beats me. Some calculated or serendipitous interaction between the elegant Orientals, on the one hand (whose precise origin he justifiably guards), and the red and bright Ginnyweed leaf on the other hand?
Who can say—but knowing something of Greg's meticulous methodology, my money is on "calculated". He's sufficiently attuned to the unexpected to recognize a happy accident when it occurs, but I don't think there's a whole lot of the accidental in his blendmeistering. The man has utterly uncanny gustatory and olfactory talents. I've watched him sniff jars of weedage whose contents were unknown to him, and nail their contents with unerring accuracy. It's flat-out scary, but we're all the happy beneficiaries of those talents.
I'm down to the last 1/4-bowl now, and Westminster's powerhouse of flavors is an explosion of sensory delight with every sip and puff. Still no gurgle, and it's clear that this bowl will smoke right down to ash and leave the pipe bone-dry and begging for another bowlful. It's bloody counterintuitive, I tell you. How can such a satisfying smoke leave me contemplating a refill? Dammit...this stuff is so good it's almost evil. There's no other way to describe a weedage that has me not caring whether I ever smoke another bowl of Penzance. I'd have never thought I'd ever utter such sacrilegious words, but there they are. I won't recant them. If this is heresy, then I am a joyously unrepentant heretic.
[Pause to reload and apply flame]
Round Two
OK...so now I'm on to the second straight bowl. For those who are wondering about the nico-strength of Westminster, that tells the tale. I admit it; I'm a nico-wimp, with the unhappy result that there aren't many tobaccos I can smoke in back-to-back bowls without copping a serious nico-buzz. Westminster is obviously one of the happy exceptions. The same is true for the dreaded Zorch-o-Tongue<img class="emojione" alt="" title=":tm:" title=":tm:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/emojione/assets/png/2122.png?v=2.2.7"/> and Poached Palate<img class="emojione" alt="" title=":registered:" title=":registered:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/emojione/assets/png/00ae.png?v=2.2.7"/> phenomena; they're entirely absent here.
That's undoubtedly due in large part to the hefty quantity of Cyprian Latakia in Westminster. I've elsewhere ranted (probably ad nauseum) about CypriLat's virtues as a naturally sweet, surprisingly gentle tobacco—one that has unjustifiably earned a false reputation as a "strong" or "harsh" tobacco. It is nothing of the kind. In fact, all it took was one bowl of pure Cyprian Latakia to open my eyes to the virtues of that superb weed.
As anyone who appreciates the GLP mastery might expect, Westminster shows CypriLat to its best advantage. If you are an unreconstructed Latakiaholic (I am) who craves the spice and perfume of that noble weed, you simply must not deprive yourself of this succulent smoke. I did...for too long. I swear on the bones of Big Ben that I shall atone for my transgression in the only fitting way—namely, by adding major Westminstral poundage to my cellar. Fortunately, Greg has recognized the inevitably insatiable Latweed lust Westminster engenders; it is available in 16-ounce tins.
I'm down to the midpoint of bowl #2 now. The air is suffused with the opulent fragrance of Cyprian mountain Latakia, fed by consistently irresistible puffs of Westminster's smoke. It's difficult to believe that this stuff is legal, especially here in the People's Republic of Californicaty, where the entrenched socio-political mentality is increasingly characterized by the über-statist mantra, "Everything that is not permitted is forbidden." With all due disrespect, they can bite me. For all like-minded contrarians, I encourage y'all to be smokin' Westminster regularly. Let it be your own personal Declaration of Independence. (Paid for by the Smokage for Sanity Coalition, a time-honored organization I just made up.)
I doubt that I can add much else to the volumes of rapturous praise that already have been heaped on Westminster. What I can say unabashedly is that every bit of it is true, and well-earned. The "traditional English mixtures" genre is arguably overpopulated, confusing in nomenclature, and it presents a dizzying array of blends—one that the newcomer would be hard pressed to sort through without many, many years of personal trial-and-error tasting. At today's weed prices, that would involve a formidable commitment of funds.
So, to any pipers who are looking to find the quintessential representative of the genre, look no further. Glom onto a tin of Westminster and experience the cool, deeply flavorful, marvelously complex experience of traditional English tobacco at its finest.
:joker:
...(ahem)...er, sorry for the mini-rant, mah brothahs. This isn't the Rubber Room, after all, and what matters now is that the weed is in the pipe at last. Ah, yes...the pipe...
The Pipe
I figured I'd need a special pipe for Westminster. I've suspected for a long time which pipe it would be: a Mastro de Paja 3C "Rounded Dublin"...at least that's what I call the shape, although I believe Alan Schwartz and others have referred to it in the past as a "scoop". Here's a pic:
One imaginative person called it "a Pesaro take on the bulldog", but I suspect he was smoking a very different kind of pipeweed when he coughed that one up, if you catch my drift.
Anyhow, I broke in the MdP Rounded Dublin some 8 years ago on a potpourri of Hans Schürch classic English blends—principally Onyx, Amoun, and Mogano—which I think has been part of the secret of this pipe's wondrous smoking qualities since then (...a tale that might be worth telling another time). Soon thereafter I dedicated the pipe to GLP's Caravan for many years—until recently, when I burned a couple of bowls of Penzance in it. Any ghosting of those blends in this initial bowl of Westminster is likely to be minimal, but they'll soon be chased out in any case; I intend to dedicate the pipe to Westminster henceforth.
Westminster's tin aroma immediately spoke of the same refined balance and deep, smoky essence characteristic of the Schürch blends, which immediately confirmed my suspicion that the MdP Rounded Dublin was the pipe of choice. Not that Westminster's Cyrian Latakia is in any way equal to the Syrian Latweed in the classic Schürch blends, but it's equivalent in its role as more than a "mere" condiment. The Latweed is prominent, and its natural sweetness and rich flavor are a big part of Westminster's taste.
Moisture content is, predictably, perfect. No need for a charring light, or annoying "drying time". One light and the pipe is humming. The MdP has always been a dry smoker with good weed, and Westminster is no exception. I'm down to mid-bowl and there's not a hint of gurgle. And the burn is cool; the pipe is barely warm.
The Smokage
I can describe Westminster's smoke in one word: voluptuous. If this smoke were a woman, I'd have to change my pants. I know...that sounds like crude, boorish, off-the-charts hyperbole, but I emphatically deny the hyperbolic part.
Perhaps the more cynical observer might think I'm just another GLP drone who lavishes praise on every one of Sir Zero's creations. 'Tain't so; there are some I've never smoked—notably the LOTR-themed weedages, and the earlier Friedman & Pease blends. Nevertheless, to those who are tempted to venture an unkind cut or unbrotherly jab at my affinity for Greg's weedage, my simple reply is, "No one can accuse me of being a Peaseweed worshiper and get away unrewarded."
Although I'm never at a loss for words in describing the experience of smoking Gregorio's masterpieces, I must admit that he has made it increasingly difficult to be specific when I'm ranting about his most recent creations. Indeed, in the first half-bowl of Westminster, I've been able to do little more than sit here and blather on while enjoying the smoke.
But the second half of the bowl is another matter entirely. There are flavors here that are unexpected in a traditional "imperial" English blend. There's a toasted sweetness that is identifiably Virginian, but there's also a nutty fullness that I wouldn't expect without a Burley component; yet, Burley is notably absent from the list of ingredients. How does he do that? Beats me. Some calculated or serendipitous interaction between the elegant Orientals, on the one hand (whose precise origin he justifiably guards), and the red and bright Ginnyweed leaf on the other hand?
Who can say—but knowing something of Greg's meticulous methodology, my money is on "calculated". He's sufficiently attuned to the unexpected to recognize a happy accident when it occurs, but I don't think there's a whole lot of the accidental in his blendmeistering. The man has utterly uncanny gustatory and olfactory talents. I've watched him sniff jars of weedage whose contents were unknown to him, and nail their contents with unerring accuracy. It's flat-out scary, but we're all the happy beneficiaries of those talents.
I'm down to the last 1/4-bowl now, and Westminster's powerhouse of flavors is an explosion of sensory delight with every sip and puff. Still no gurgle, and it's clear that this bowl will smoke right down to ash and leave the pipe bone-dry and begging for another bowlful. It's bloody counterintuitive, I tell you. How can such a satisfying smoke leave me contemplating a refill? Dammit...this stuff is so good it's almost evil. There's no other way to describe a weedage that has me not caring whether I ever smoke another bowl of Penzance. I'd have never thought I'd ever utter such sacrilegious words, but there they are. I won't recant them. If this is heresy, then I am a joyously unrepentant heretic.
[Pause to reload and apply flame]
Round Two
OK...so now I'm on to the second straight bowl. For those who are wondering about the nico-strength of Westminster, that tells the tale. I admit it; I'm a nico-wimp, with the unhappy result that there aren't many tobaccos I can smoke in back-to-back bowls without copping a serious nico-buzz. Westminster is obviously one of the happy exceptions. The same is true for the dreaded Zorch-o-Tongue<img class="emojione" alt="" title=":tm:" title=":tm:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/emojione/assets/png/2122.png?v=2.2.7"/> and Poached Palate<img class="emojione" alt="" title=":registered:" title=":registered:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/emojione/assets/png/00ae.png?v=2.2.7"/> phenomena; they're entirely absent here.
That's undoubtedly due in large part to the hefty quantity of Cyprian Latakia in Westminster. I've elsewhere ranted (probably ad nauseum) about CypriLat's virtues as a naturally sweet, surprisingly gentle tobacco—one that has unjustifiably earned a false reputation as a "strong" or "harsh" tobacco. It is nothing of the kind. In fact, all it took was one bowl of pure Cyprian Latakia to open my eyes to the virtues of that superb weed.
As anyone who appreciates the GLP mastery might expect, Westminster shows CypriLat to its best advantage. If you are an unreconstructed Latakiaholic (I am) who craves the spice and perfume of that noble weed, you simply must not deprive yourself of this succulent smoke. I did...for too long. I swear on the bones of Big Ben that I shall atone for my transgression in the only fitting way—namely, by adding major Westminstral poundage to my cellar. Fortunately, Greg has recognized the inevitably insatiable Latweed lust Westminster engenders; it is available in 16-ounce tins.
I'm down to the midpoint of bowl #2 now. The air is suffused with the opulent fragrance of Cyprian mountain Latakia, fed by consistently irresistible puffs of Westminster's smoke. It's difficult to believe that this stuff is legal, especially here in the People's Republic of Californicaty, where the entrenched socio-political mentality is increasingly characterized by the über-statist mantra, "Everything that is not permitted is forbidden." With all due disrespect, they can bite me. For all like-minded contrarians, I encourage y'all to be smokin' Westminster regularly. Let it be your own personal Declaration of Independence. (Paid for by the Smokage for Sanity Coalition, a time-honored organization I just made up.)
I doubt that I can add much else to the volumes of rapturous praise that already have been heaped on Westminster. What I can say unabashedly is that every bit of it is true, and well-earned. The "traditional English mixtures" genre is arguably overpopulated, confusing in nomenclature, and it presents a dizzying array of blends—one that the newcomer would be hard pressed to sort through without many, many years of personal trial-and-error tasting. At today's weed prices, that would involve a formidable commitment of funds.
So, to any pipers who are looking to find the quintessential representative of the genre, look no further. Glom onto a tin of Westminster and experience the cool, deeply flavorful, marvelously complex experience of traditional English tobacco at its finest.
:joker: