Dangerous work today.
A tin of Chelsea Morning by G. L. Pease. (image borrowed from G.L.Pease.com
I took my time escaping from bed this morning later than I do so usually. Thus, I expedited my bath and grooming routine so I could get a quick breakfast of tea and biscuits. Today was a dangerous day. I had made a swift and bold decision and this afternoon I had to follow that instinct to action.
Lives were at stake, and so too were hopes and futures and nest eggs. I was going to ruin something, and it was the right thing to do, however, I felt uneasy about the whole dreary mess, nonetheless. This Spring morning was heavy with burden and so I made an opportunity to be at ease for awhile with a pipe: a walnut-finished Canadian.
I poured over a few tins I have handy. I knew I was in the mood for the spice of latakia, but nothing too heavy, rich or exotic.
Soon I was puffing away on a bowl of Chelsea Morning, by G. L. Pease. Greg was right about what he said of this English blend: it smokes just as well in the afternoon and evening, but it’s something special in the morning and on this morning in particular I could sense that magic coming to life through the smoke. This blend is a bottom structure of ready-rubbed Virginia and perique mixed with some oriental tobacco and a pinch of choice Cyprus latakia. Chelsea Morning endears the morning aroma as the light spice of the sweet Virginia only hints at the rich fragrance of Cypriot tobacco.
As my mind balanced back and forth between the grim activity that lay ahead on this day and the pleasant moment at hand, a man on a bicycle rode by whistling the theme of the Andy Griffith Show. Dangerous work just this morning indeed .