So the doorbell wakes me up today. I get to the door, after putting on my pants, and there is no one there. Then I notice a small brown box. It's from smoking pipes!!!! In it was a few things of snuff, my pipe holder, and my Frog Morton OTT. I so wanted to pack a bowl right there, but things needed to be done first. I ran my errands, visited my grandparents, and entertained the girlfriend a bit. As soon as I got home I loaded a bowl and headed for the garage. I sat in my garage "lazy boy" (a zero turn mower, it has a spot for my feet and my drink!) and popped the top on my favorite beer. Landshark lager and new tobacco, this will be bliss. I evidentially packed the top a bit tight, but three chars later it was lit. The sweetness hit me first, which I love in a tobacco. Movement in the corner next to me then caught my eye. It was a small frog! Smoking frog with a frog. I nicked named him Morton, it only seemed fitting. When I went back to my pipe, I noticed how creamy and smooth it was. Plenty of smoke too. IT went down to fine white ash, and me enjoying every min of it. I got up from my seat, and Morton hopped away. I'm not sure if itll ever be my go to smoke, but is the best blend I've smoked to date.