Sutliff Tobacco Company Count Pulaski

With acknowledged introduction, now appears the subject tobacco of pressing interest. From the Sutliff Tobacco Company comes an unorthodox concoction named in reverence to a military figure of revolutionary honors. An English fashioned blend, as it were, that calls to arms a readied campaign of shaded farrago. Entering the field with a jumble of deviceful construction, the peculiar Count Pulaski promptly advances for decorous recognition.

At outward appearances, this left of center tobacco presents a uniquely arranged amalgamation of convoluted individual elements. Forming its core is a shrilled mash that enfolds shag, plug-cut, and cube Burleys, Carolina flake, customary Virginia, and the reins of colluding Latakia, all tinted gingerly with a bittersweet streak of darkening anisette and seedy light-hearted rum.

Assessing this bulk specimen, it is fair to conclude that our Count was an indelicate figure of gritty construction. In particular, a roughhewing of chiseled tuffs projects an evincing face of absolute boiled chaos. Brawny in texture, these disorderly leaves wave a colorful banner of enlivening hues. Filling the breadth of its combative palette, an expanse of ecru, caramel, weathered bark, jaded mahogany to motley browns, some wearing the rigors of contended aging all told, conspire with the hardened finishings of slate black. Optimally moist and high in the saddle, Count Pulaski aspires to completely revolutionize the pipe of conscription.

As to the pouched airs, the basis of essence is sowed in a grounded earthiness that combines with the essentials of looming musty wood. Rising with secondary impulse are notes of settled creosote, native barnyard pointedness, and tracings of distant aged grass. Still, a modest hatched inference of sweetness coils with a dirty tart and an underpinning of spicy anise to further annotate the vibrance of native aroma.

And now on to my tale. My journey of discovery was quite battle worn with this one. Upon repeated occasions, I was stymied on how to best gather my thoughts for commenting on this particular tobacco. For you see, unquestionably, Count Pulaski is one of the most elusive English productions that I have ever experienced, and that is on a scale of many.

Admittingly, having freely smoked just a couple of bowls with no attempt to begin a formalized assessment, I was stricken by the blend’s seemingly calamitous nature. Namely, in lieu of the standard conventions for a proper English, I was jilted by its apparent waywardness and total disregard to following the scripted genre. Namely, this tobacco initially encountered as somewhat of a cross between the confused chameleon who has fallen upon a bag of Skittles and the megalith of consistent inconsistency.

Anyway, compulsion found me with the desire to continue its smoking. I did not believe my palate was despondent yet there was something strangely errant that necessitated clear understanding. Was it just a horrible mistake in blending? And as I continued, actually measuring the experience by my usual formalized methodology, I began to see what was previously alluding me.

In summing the matter up succinctly, with a moderate depiction of strength, Count Pulaski’s medium-full appeal engenders not just a “bi” but a “multi-polar” expressiveness within its central character and here is precisely why. The steadied baseline registration is commonly earmarked as a mellow but tightly homogenized English-centric production. Prevailing impressions bestow a standard character that tenders along effectively neutral, if not inhibited. In effect, the occurrence of moving nuance is extremely subtle in gesture for a conventional English entry.

As this quiet ebbing of harmonious flavor continues to flow, suddenly there are randomized and abrupt shifts in what transfers through. With little notice, a bewildering disturbance takes form in the free assault of deviated flavors. Specifically, an accentuated thrust of one of the components, a nuance specific to an individual leaf, or a flashing tinge of the additive coating gruffly commandeers the lead position. With that the colored pattern of taste evolves into something completely different. The depth, the peripherals, and the central aura assume the way of the chameleon.

Nonetheless in short order the profile reflexes with the resumption of its previously calmed pulse of mixed balance. Yet in this exchange what generally transpires is a scrambled cascade of flavorful unpredictability. Initially as you might well imagine, this brings a feeling of uncertainty as to its true nature. Setting aside all pre-convictions however, as I measured and then reflected upon the high marks the objective evaluation recorded relating to the genre, the trueness of its singular English beauty came into appreciable recognition in its own unique way.

This conditional outlandishness may be attributable to the influential aspects of the inclusive Virginia Flake, on that point I must speculate. It could also be a function of how the various leaves are dropped and seated within the bowl. Either way this tobacco daringly rebels against the known normality of a traditional English and frankly I find that to be fantastically alluring.

In brief I would categorize Count Pulaski’s usual profile as passively sweet with supporting heavier undertones of earthy wood and blended spicing. The general manner revolves between muted nuancing and the felt vibrance of the more brazen aspects of the darker Burley and Latakia expanding the depth of its excited fullness. And of course, let us not forget the mayhem of nonconforming taste trajectories launched from the Count’s sporadically firing cannons.

Qualifying the coatings themselves, they tend to evolve within the overall taste with lesser pronouncement. If anything, the registration does occasionally expose the presence of the applied anisette more cleanly in erratic pops of bright concentrated licorice liqueur notes. As to the rum, it may be that Pulaski has stowed the best for himself, for it is generally inconsequential, only throwing on some lighter white natured spiritedness that embellishes the colorized accenting with a grainy and sweetly astringent remarking.

Most obviously the collection of Burley is the premiered feature within Count Pulaski’s alternative taste profile. In being true to the contentious theme this blend engenders, it really comes down to a contest between the spicy oak wood of the Dark and a sugary walnut affluence coming from the White cubed variety. Overall, these strains shine brilliantly with an actual tannic disposition within the middle band of flavor. What is more, recordings of that classic sweet-sour element intertwine with a darker fruit that favors splendid plums by my accounting. Last, additional pleasantry is afforded with a bit of crisp minty highlighting and most importantly a full push of earthy spiced cigar like punchiness.

For the Latakia, it weighs heavier on the initial lighting and then postures comfortably in the background as a secondary factor of importance. Regardless, its emboldening presence plays out wonderfully in fulfilling this compulsory English trait. The leaf elicits features of smoky, slightly tarnished pungency on the whole. Moreover, it comes to extended reckoning with strong sourness, lenient sweet prune fruitiness and a final charge of herbal mustiness.

Resting on the bottom the wrestled Virginia advances with guarded sobriety. Characteristically there is a consistent citrusy orange-centric tang that emanates along with blades of shy lemony grass to form the required English base standard. Occasionally respectable cleavings of Red seasoned wood fall forward with cultured sweetness as well as the lighter graces of alfalfa floral accents.

Demonstrating exemplary mechanical performance and offering a boldly seasoned fragrance, Count Pulaski soldiers into the position of respectability. Texturally, it is not especially creamy, as a showing of roughness abrades the upper palate but nothing too detracting. And given the blend of tobacco contained with this complicated recipe, the landed effects of the nicotine are perceivably quite manageable by my judgement.

As I questioned within my opening comments, sometimes it behooves us to put aside our common experience as the gold standard for framing our point of reference. Trueness is a concept that is quite easy to grasp when openly presented. Nevertheless, sometimes we have to look beyond to discern this honest faithfulness. Like the whimsical chameleon, it just might be awkwardly concealed in a demonstration of what seems to be absolute deniability and certifiable oddity.

Objective Scoring: (basis: flavor, standard genre/leaf attributes & mechanicals): 199/236 ? 2.8 WAVG.

Subjective Rating: (factored for likeability & cost): 3.5 Pipes.