As I sit here smoking my pipe on the deck, it occurs to me that a good blend should (and usually tends to) reflect on its namesake. For instance, an English blend generally has the good, robust flavor one might associate with the John Bull, ‘keep calm and carry on,’ dashedly sporting spirit of that island nation. And once I had the opportunity to try a Rhodesian blend; a bit abrasive and harsh to the palate at first, after a while one grows fond of it and begins to enjoy its candid earthiness.
If I could produce a distinctly Dakota blend it might be a touch drier and blander than the rest, with a dash of caramel to affect flavor. There would have to be an enjoyable subtlety to it, but after a bowlful one’d be left wanting a more exotic blend to excite the spirit. But at least for a time, one can take quiet delight in the Dakota experience. A plain sort of satisfaction that will always be there for when the throat has had enough of the rough-and-tumble of adventure.
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