So much has been written about this tobacco already, suffice to say it is fantastic and if you want a traditional review read
this one here. I would like to thank Mark in CA for recommending it to me. After the first few bowls I realized three things:
first, it is amazing when smoked while sedentary;
second, it is terrible smoked while walking (maybe it was the cold or maybe I was smoking it too fast);
and third, this blend is
like sludge metal.
I attempted a proper review and all I got was the below poem because I am a noob at good tobacco and don't know what I am tasting. So enjoy my sexual, druidic, alliterative, metaphorical, poetic review of H&H's Anniversary Kake while I go smoke some more:
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Around the edges of the glade nude
nymphs dance, show no shame –
there are none now to watch them
perform the old pieces again and again.
An exposed rock, low to the turf,
the outside dark, deep, aged,
pitted and pocked and potent,
overpowers the center,
controls the shape of whirling women,
their hair flung forth to lift in the wind
of their own making – the still stone
squats silent in their close tussle.
These two forces – the feminine
dancing figures who know what they do
and the terrible tip of the outcrop,
tiny in relation to bedrock below,
but filling the glade, giving shape, giving order
giving stage to the performers –
the power and pleasure of the forest
the flight and the fight of flesh.
But creepingly another comes,
pierces crenellation shrubs, perceives
and, arrested, allured, alarmed,
cranes neck back and dextrously side
to see the pale hides of these hidden women,
their blinding skin more splendid against
the bold black backdrop of Precambrian rock
than they ever could be couched safely on any cushion.