You all may recall a couple of things I've said often about my grandfather: 1 - I remembered him smoking exclusively a blend of Tinderbox tobaccos for as long as I could remember back. I remember going to the Tinderbox with him in the 70s with him on several occasions and even tried, pretty successfully I think, to duplicate the blend he smoked because I liked the smell of it so much. 2 - I inherited his pipes and some of them I use and some of them I have kept untouched (cake, bite marks, and all). And you also may recall that I ended up having several of the Dunhill's I got from his collection professionally cleaned and sanitized last year. Tonight, I took one of his old Dunhill's that I had never smoked before and loaded it with Dunhill Flake. The pipe is a beautiful, smooth finish Zulu and it was one that I had cleaned last year but had still not smoked until tonight... After rubbing out a flake, loading it with care, and heading out to the deck with the pipe and a glass of water I plopped down in a chair and lit up. Imagine my shock and surprise when a GHOST appeared!!! Only this time the ghost was from a familiar taste of a toby that I was shocked to taste coming from a pipe that my grandfather smoked. LATAKIA!!! (or at least something that had latakia in it) I couldn't believe it. I was sure that (during my lifetime) Grandad never smoked anything other than what he got at the Tinderbox. Not only that, as many of you know I HATE latakia! Now, I did finish the pipe, but now my stomach is upset and I feel a bit nauseated (I'm sure most of it's in my head from my initial and terrible experience with this stuff), but I'm determined to smoke a few bowls through this pipe and get rid of that awful taste. I'm not looking for any advice, sympathy, etc. I just thought I'd share something that I found kind of humorous that I discovered about my Grandad tonight. He must have dedicated at least one pipe to a different blend! Now I'm wondering about some of his other pipes... Hope everyone has a great evening. Me? I'm off to brush my teeth with lots and lots of toothpaste and then straight to bed to see if this queasiness passes! And next time I call my grandmother I'm definitely going to ask her if she remembers Grandad ever smoking this horrid stuff. She may be 92, but she still has a memory like a steel trap! Good night folks!