What i like about aros is not that i can really taste the flavor but its after im finished smoking sometimes ill just catch a wiff of vanilla from my beard or my clothes and thats when im like ahhh yesss.
It's a full-flavored blend of fire-cured Cavendish that mellows the robust king of Burley tobaccos plus mild cherry and a dash of vanilla for a semi-sweet, pleasant, slow burning smoke.
If you like maple syrup, you owe it to yourself to try C&D Autumn Evening. It just might turn you around on smoking aros.
So far my favorites are Altadis Galleria Midnight, MacBaren TheCube, Bobs chocolate flake, and the ever lasting Lane Limited 1-q. Im in the process of trying a few MacBaren aros, Vanilla Creme, Honey&Chocolate, and Cherry Ambrosia. All of these has a nice tobacco taste and flavor but little to no flavor of what they were named but I havent smoked enough to form a true opinion. Since I smoke in the car alot, Ive found that some are better suited to indoor smoking as the room note is required to assist in the flavor. In the car with the window open, little to no "Car note". lol
Boswell's Tobaccos and Pipeworks and Wilke make the best aromatics I've found. Try some of theirs. Smokey
It took me a year and a half for an aro to really click with me, and when it did, it was 1-Q of all things. Interestingly, the world of Va's opened up wide at the same time as well. It can't be undersold that the key to unlocking many of the tobaccos we discuss lies in technique. It's an interesting journey learning what works with our tastes and chemistry, and what doesn't, and learning to distinguish that from lapses in technique or thoughtfulness. It's also interestingly personal in that regard. It's not always easy for another piper to tell you what you're going to like, even with a baseline of what you like already, but the journey is the fun part!
I cribbed this from another thread: Paloma sat in her rocking chair with her long legs outstretched. A sandal dangled off her toe. “Men bore me, darling,” she told me. “I take them and leave them all in one night.” If you don’t know the difference between a vixen and a minx, you have not met Paloma. She smokes a corncob pipe. “I used to live 79 miles from Fort Wayne in Lakeland County, Indiana,” Paloma tells me. I already knew that from her husky, seductive accent. “That was smoking country, where they knew how to mix it up. Everybody had warm bowls before bedtime, when I was growing up." Paloma stands up and stretches. She is beautiful. “I’m not against men in general,” she says, “There is one man in particular who lights my fire.” She yawns like a lazy cat. She walks over to her pipe rack and picks out a MacArthur corncob pipe. “Size doesn’t matter,” she says over her shoulder. "A good man is just a man," she adds, "but a good pipe is a good smoke." She points to a tin built to hold 12 Oz. Net Wt. of the finest tobacco any woman or man can buy over a counter. “That’s the guy I love,” Paloma says. She is pointing at the portrait of Sir Walter Raleigh in the gold medallion on the twelve ounce tin of Sir Walter Raleigh Aromatic Pipe Tobacco. I feel like I’m intruding. She opens the tin and the air is filled with an enticement of choice Dutch liqueurs, none of which can be purchased in a bottle. By guild law that goes back four centuries, Dutch distillers reserve the best stuff for the best pipe tobacco. The liqueurs are then shipped to America, where only the best tobacco is grown. Paloma packs her bowl and lights it. She looks me square in the eye. "There is only one man aromatic enough for me," she says. "He's no prince, I admit, but e is a gentleman. He is Sir Walter Raleigh in a can, and I've got to let him out."
