Kyle Weiss
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(...don't worry, this is long, but worth reading...I promise...)
You read that right. I've done something probably very few of you have--I've actually smoked tobacco with ZERO additives, ZERO binders, ZERO toppings, ZERO casing and ZERO pressing/aging/fermenting. Literally, plucked from the barn whence it dried, stuffed in my Brebbia, and lit up.
How is this possible? My buddy mark sent me some. I'm pretty sure it's Virginia that was air cured/dried, but mark will have to chime in on that.
Actually, he sent me some twice, but the first time there was a bit of a catastrophe, for I looked in the sealed, ziploc bag and it was filled with green fuzz rather than beautiful yellow, folded leaves. More on that later.
On this second attempt to smoke only the PUREST tobacco, I kept it in a jar that wasn't quite lidded fully, and let the Nevada air take care of any pesky moisture. In the jar, it smelled like... absolutely nothing. Maybe a hint of a dry lawn full of autumn leaves. Maybe. It was in leafy chunks, from the size of a silver dollar on up to about... a dollar bill. Cutting was required to get them loaded into the pipe.
First light was interesting. Very...nonexistent. I mean, there was smoke there, it just didn't hit me like a bowl full of something aged or with latakia. Halfway through, I got a slightly toasty and sweet note, but with a very underwhelming body. There was no thickness at all. This wasn't a bad thing, it's just odd how light it actually happened to be.
This was a very pleasant smoke, but it tasted--raw. Unfinished. Like eating perfectly cooked chicken, but with ONLY chicken. It tasted...like (chicken?) tobacco. Really, really good tobacco--there was zero bite, it smoked cool as a cucumber, the nic-hit was HARD, and there was a very pleasant simpleness to it. It was the most enjoyable, undynamic smoke I've ever experienced. It's delicious only because I like good tobacco. Like salad without dressing (or other additives), like a plain steak on a griddle, or toast with no butter. Probably just fine--except with no flair.
A few more good questions and theories come into play. Many of us are aware already that our tobaccos are cased and topped, aged and fermented to some end--some more, some less. Union Square has been touted as a "pure" Virginia, but I can now attest, it is not--it's just as simple as you can get without losing out on the things we come to know as "tobacco."
There is a reason I suspect (that has already been confirmed by Greg Pease) our pipe tobaccos are now pressed, aged, topped, cased, treated with smoke, what-have-you. There's also a reason why they are blended and mixed. All because there was someone with the notion to enhance certain qualities, like nicotine (why anyone first tried to inhale this stuff is beyond me...holy wow), flavor, body...and more.
Raw tobacco is technically boring, even if I, personally, enjoy the subtitles of the subtle. If this is all there was to tobacco, just some leaf dried out and stuffed in a pipe, I'd be a pipe collector and not much a pipe smoker.
Remember that green mold I experienced with the first batch? I'm actually glad it happened (even though I was disappointed)--it's another reason why tobacco is treated the way it is. Preservation. I have yet to find a sealed bag/tin/jar of "shelf-bought" tobacco that grew mold in two weeks. I know it's possible to have happen, but not quite like this.
So, back in the days of yore, this is what tobacco was like. It had to be. Eventually the love for this stuff we know as "pipeweed" went from just tossing a dry stalk in a stone hole and putting an ember to it, to a complex selective cultivating, drying, aging, fermenting, treating and finally, packaging method...how far it has come! Several hundred years ago, I can see some old salt working the plow sitting down after 14 hours of hard field work to enjoy this stuff, and I can only imagine what he might think if I traveled back in time to share with him the myriad tins and bags of what we're smoking in our pipes today.
I'm very, very glad I experienced this first-hand. Tobacco by itself is simple and good, from the first seed sown to the last wisp of smoke. I went "tobacco primitive" today, and I'm thankful where tobacco has gone, at least in a pipe sense. I can safely lay to rest the notion of what "pure" actually means--because if "simple" equals "pure," I have now known it. Pure is a good moment, too, such as with a pipe in hand. Fortunately, "pure" also sometimes means sophistication, process and even...
...a little spice to make things even better.
8)
(...thanks so much, mark, I hope this "review" is what you wanted... )
You read that right. I've done something probably very few of you have--I've actually smoked tobacco with ZERO additives, ZERO binders, ZERO toppings, ZERO casing and ZERO pressing/aging/fermenting. Literally, plucked from the barn whence it dried, stuffed in my Brebbia, and lit up.
How is this possible? My buddy mark sent me some. I'm pretty sure it's Virginia that was air cured/dried, but mark will have to chime in on that.
Actually, he sent me some twice, but the first time there was a bit of a catastrophe, for I looked in the sealed, ziploc bag and it was filled with green fuzz rather than beautiful yellow, folded leaves. More on that later.
On this second attempt to smoke only the PUREST tobacco, I kept it in a jar that wasn't quite lidded fully, and let the Nevada air take care of any pesky moisture. In the jar, it smelled like... absolutely nothing. Maybe a hint of a dry lawn full of autumn leaves. Maybe. It was in leafy chunks, from the size of a silver dollar on up to about... a dollar bill. Cutting was required to get them loaded into the pipe.
First light was interesting. Very...nonexistent. I mean, there was smoke there, it just didn't hit me like a bowl full of something aged or with latakia. Halfway through, I got a slightly toasty and sweet note, but with a very underwhelming body. There was no thickness at all. This wasn't a bad thing, it's just odd how light it actually happened to be.
This was a very pleasant smoke, but it tasted--raw. Unfinished. Like eating perfectly cooked chicken, but with ONLY chicken. It tasted...like (chicken?) tobacco. Really, really good tobacco--there was zero bite, it smoked cool as a cucumber, the nic-hit was HARD, and there was a very pleasant simpleness to it. It was the most enjoyable, undynamic smoke I've ever experienced. It's delicious only because I like good tobacco. Like salad without dressing (or other additives), like a plain steak on a griddle, or toast with no butter. Probably just fine--except with no flair.
A few more good questions and theories come into play. Many of us are aware already that our tobaccos are cased and topped, aged and fermented to some end--some more, some less. Union Square has been touted as a "pure" Virginia, but I can now attest, it is not--it's just as simple as you can get without losing out on the things we come to know as "tobacco."
There is a reason I suspect (that has already been confirmed by Greg Pease) our pipe tobaccos are now pressed, aged, topped, cased, treated with smoke, what-have-you. There's also a reason why they are blended and mixed. All because there was someone with the notion to enhance certain qualities, like nicotine (why anyone first tried to inhale this stuff is beyond me...holy wow), flavor, body...and more.
Raw tobacco is technically boring, even if I, personally, enjoy the subtitles of the subtle. If this is all there was to tobacco, just some leaf dried out and stuffed in a pipe, I'd be a pipe collector and not much a pipe smoker.
Remember that green mold I experienced with the first batch? I'm actually glad it happened (even though I was disappointed)--it's another reason why tobacco is treated the way it is. Preservation. I have yet to find a sealed bag/tin/jar of "shelf-bought" tobacco that grew mold in two weeks. I know it's possible to have happen, but not quite like this.
So, back in the days of yore, this is what tobacco was like. It had to be. Eventually the love for this stuff we know as "pipeweed" went from just tossing a dry stalk in a stone hole and putting an ember to it, to a complex selective cultivating, drying, aging, fermenting, treating and finally, packaging method...how far it has come! Several hundred years ago, I can see some old salt working the plow sitting down after 14 hours of hard field work to enjoy this stuff, and I can only imagine what he might think if I traveled back in time to share with him the myriad tins and bags of what we're smoking in our pipes today.
I'm very, very glad I experienced this first-hand. Tobacco by itself is simple and good, from the first seed sown to the last wisp of smoke. I went "tobacco primitive" today, and I'm thankful where tobacco has gone, at least in a pipe sense. I can safely lay to rest the notion of what "pure" actually means--because if "simple" equals "pure," I have now known it. Pure is a good moment, too, such as with a pipe in hand. Fortunately, "pure" also sometimes means sophistication, process and even...
...a little spice to make things even better.
8)
(...thanks so much, mark, I hope this "review" is what you wanted... )