A & C Petersen Jubilee

A aromatic nasty from Stanwell, with Poul Stanwell admitting to being chief poisoner.

This particular toxic substance exudes a sharp, tangy, acrid aroma, that, rather than entices you in like a good aromatic should this sends out warning signals. It is really strong and put me in mind of the dreadful bergamot bomb that was Jirsa.

Unlike Jirsa, this tobacco has a much coarser cut and is shot through with orange-yellow petals, which actually put me in mind of Radfords' Sunday Fantasy. It went dry very quickly and so I decanted it straight away and had to rehydrate. This of course meant a lot of relights.

Just when you think that the smoke can't be worse, your tongue will take a pounding from the acidic backlash contained therein. The taste is just overpowering and leaves a hideous gassy acidic, citrus blast that could well be something like lemon or lime. Any tobacco taste is well and truly drowned.

I used only meers to try this one and I'm glad I did ; this blend would ghost a briar and only an exorcist would be able to remove it.

If I hadn't have thrown the last vestiges of the evil Jirsa (I hate throwing tobacco away but I had no choice) out then this would have proudly graced the very back shelf of my tobacco cupboard alongside the Amphora No 2, the Meine Mixture and the Sunday's Nightmare.