Having killed off my first tin of 1792 yesterday, I had a few thoughts to pass along. 1. The difference between floral and non-floral is exactly 5.297 openings of the tin. 2. Every time I got about halfway through a bowl, I'd think "This reminds me of something, but I can't quite put my finger on it." It finally hit me what it was: Gauloise. Gauloise was made from cigar butts found in the gutters of Marseilles, I'm pretty sure, and was consequently excellent. Perhaps Gawith bought out Gauloise's remaining stock when they went under? Notice how Gauloise and Gawith start with the same letter? Coincidence? Hmmmm. 3. I tend to do occasional little half-inhalations of all the tobaccos I smoke, except 1792. Simply looking at the tin gets me more nicotine than a bowlful of, say, Samovar. 4. As soon as you smoke 1792, you're done with other tobaccos for the rest of the day because you won't be able to taste them. Maltese Falcon becomes Carlton Super Mega Ultra Light With Added Air. 5. 1792 is the ne plus ultra of break-in tobaccos. It's filthy, tarry, godawful stuff that will cake your pipe in no time, and it won't burn too hot nor bite no matter what you do. The flavor stays consistently and delightfully bad from the top to the bottom of the bowl, so no bottom-of-the-pipe blues. I have a pound on the way and will quietly gnaw the carpet in desperation until it arrives. Now, where can I get a boxcar-load?