Agonizing






John Cotton Throwdown judges’ scoring sheets are due today. Like last year I am agonizing over the three contestant entries.
Have I been sufficiently thorough? Have I given every entry the consideration it deserves? Does my point-scoring reflect my findings?
It’s been nearly a month since I could afford to load my pipes with whatever tobacco struck my fancy. I learned last year that certain tobacco choices I made skewed my palate, so I had to swear them off for the duration of the judging period. Never smoke Penzance when you’re trying to preserve Balkan Sobranie 759 sense-memory.
This process (and last year’s) elevates my respect and admiration for both blenders and tobacco reviewers. Blenders choose and apportion ingredient tobaccos and condiments to achieve very specific sensory ends. I can’t imagine how they avoid losing track of their adjustments’ results. While it is certain that there are ham-fisted blenders who aren’t all that attuned to subtlety, it is just as clear that there are blenders whose sensibilities and sensitivities create the best of all possible blends, given the current harvests with which they blend.