This is one of those sleeper tobaccos. I can't think of how many times I passed this over. I was smoking some Ready Rubbed, on the phone with The Man From I.N.K.S. (International Nefarious Kill Squad - for those who came in late) and he mentioned J4 rather quietly, twice. I figured this was a coded message. What else would it be? I passed it on to Natasha and told her Mr. Beeeg would be interested. That said, I did what I always do: I ordered four ounces of it. I tried it on arrival, something I do not always do. I immediately ordered a pound of it. It hits mild notes for me. It stops short of cocoa or vanilla. Amazing how tricky that can be. It has a def sweetness on top and in the soup, but not too much. Like a lot of Burley Forwards, you choo choo you lose it. I renamed the tobacco on my tins that I put it in. Jupiter 4 Burley, for the Lost in Space +2 crowd.
We all know that stores rename stuff, but I managed to stay out of the confusion, as I came onto this game too late. I just got done with a bowl. I am telling the gentle voices that I'm coming. I'm coming, for my heart is bending low. Time to drift off into the cosmos, looking for love in all the wrong constellations. Earth below us, drifting falling. Floating weightless. Calling calling home. Hal, open the pod doors, Hal.
David, as always, your writing is exceptional. Mind blown.