Peterson Nightcap
(3.46)
A rich blend of Virginia, Oriental, and Latakia tobaccos, intended to be smoked late in the day. It's a smoky, delightfully satisfying mixture, with a hint of Perique added to enhance the bouquet.
Notes: Formerly known as Dunhill Nightcap, STG has changed the brand name from "Dunhill" to "Peterson".
Details
| Brand | Peterson |
| Blended By | Dunhill |
| Manufactured By | Scandinavian Tobacco Group |
| Blend Type | English |
| Contents | Latakia, Oriental/Turkish, Perique, Virginia |
| Flavoring | |
| Cut | Ribbon |
| Packaging | 50 grams tin |
| Country | Denmark |
| Production | Currently available |
Profile
Strength
Strong
Extremely Mild -> Overwhelming
Flavoring
None Detected
None Detected -> Extra Strong
Room Note
Tolerable to Strong
Unnoticeable -> Overwhelming
Taste
Full
Extremely Mild (Flat) -> Overwhelming
Average Rating
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3.46 / 4
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| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Dec 31, 2017 | Medium to Strong | None Detected | Full | Very Pleasant |
-****From Dusk Till Dawn - or From Nightcap Till Early Morning Pipe****-
*A short-story*
Tired... opressed... so sluggish my body and soul craved for rest...the mind was longed to achieve knowledge of the truth. Yet all the hours I had spent inquisitively rummaging around in old dusty books, studying all kids of writings I could put my hands on and meditating on the being, which dictated the pace of my earthly days, weeks and years, couldn't achieve what I was longed for so badly. It was about time... about time to close my tired eyes for the day, to send a last prayer that would beg for insight in the nature of being towards who..... or whatever might be out there...or in me, whatever... it was about time! Tomorrow would be a better... or at least another day.
But before I'd let myself trustingly fall into Morpheus bossom my feeble eyes wandered over my desk. Underneath a pile of tattered notes smudged with ink and ash, beside the ashtray, that was crammed with dirty pipe cleaners and cold ash, the corner of golden gleaming tin attracted my attention. It was atypical for me to have a tin of tobacco on my desk... not because I was a tidy person.. far fom that, but the little room the old wooden desk offered would always be taken by writing materials, a self-made pipe holder the old rusty pipe tool, an ashtray and a cup of stale coffee.
Driven by curiousity I yanked out the tin from the mess that I'd call my workplace. My shrunken eyes were dazzled by the intense glowing of the tin's label that was told storys about better, easier days. A night cap, an evening primrose and a long, delicately swung clay pipe. Above them a bold font types **»NIGHTCAP«**... *geez, yes!* A nightcap was what I needed...! Curiousity pushed my fatigue aside and peppy I lifted up my sluggish flesh.
**»SHHHHHHAPP«** it hissed through the sparely furnished room in the attic of an old building I called my home, as I pushed my knife under the lid and gently pulled it towards my body and an enchanting scent filled my nose.
Abruptly I fell into a dream like state... a trance. A mystical scent of essential oils, exotic woods and an incense like smokiness.. a scent of captivating piquancy and of roasted, tart nuts was tauntingly dancing around my olfaction, which pushed all my other senses aside and caught all of my attention. A clashing sound pulled me out of my trace as i started to fall. Holding the tin of tobacco firmly in my sweaty palms I started to fall through the layers of reality, into a world of dreams and even further down into a sphere I couldn't dare to dream of a word to describe it. Surrounded by bright white glow I was still grabbing the tin as if my life depended on it...yet somehow it felt as if the tin grabbed me. For a moment I thought I was in the realm of the dead...was I dreaming? Where was I? What was happening?
The dark, finely cut tobacco which I rubbed betweend my fingers triggered a tickling sensation in my fingers that spread through my body and I felt driven to snatch a clay pipe that had suddenly apperead out of the blue and was circulating ellipsoidally around me. Wordless I crammed the herb into it. I must be dreaming I thought to myself... A second later a tinny **"KLICK"** occured and a foxy, orange-red and sea blue shimmering flame of a long match materialized, slowly moving towards me and the bowl of the clay pipe which I was holding in my shaky hands. **»WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME??«** I wanted to yell, but my words remained silent and died away in the emptiness of the sphere I was in. **»Just let it happen, you'll be waken, who wants to hear the truth singin' needs to go back to the beginnin'«** a voice perkily whispered into my right ear. My heart started racing.....**»Well, great... now you've totally lost your mind Captain..«** I was thinking **»...rhyming voices whispering in your ears, ellipsoidally circulating clay pipes materializing in a sphere of nothingness...yea....sure! You've lost it..«** I was mumbling and began to doubt if this was even tobacco in the tin...
With shaky hands I moved the clay pipe to my brittle lips and waited for the flame to ignite this strange herb. It crackled, it sparkled as creamy white and gray wads of smoke arose, that stood out of the white nothingness surrounding me, forming most beautiful, mystical shapes that wet phut within seconds. I glanced at the foxy red ember, took a deep puff and I started to fall again, landing on what felt like a pile of feathers.
Warily I lifted my head and dared a to look what I had landed on.. wide-eyed I realized that I literally landed on a bed of clouds about the size of a small car. **»Alright... you lost your mind, no doubts left.... or should this be the so called heaven? Am I dead?«** I stuttered with a slightly hysteric intonation as I realized that the white nothingness had been overtaken by a deep, nightblue, almost black darkness. I didn't dare to move, fearing I'd fall through the clouds and cautiously look around.
A sea of deep blue endlessness, bedecked by golden-yellow sparkling stars was surrounding me. The cloud started moving through the sphere with insane speed. To calm down I took another puff from the clay pipe and an ethereal, exotic aroma of roasted nuts, tart, woodsy smokiness and a tickling spiciness filled my mouth and nostrils, occupying all of my attention for a moment. This heavenly aroma aroused comfort ad satisfaction and my anxiety was blown away by it. The cloud had stopped moving for a moment.
It was wonderful... it was a wonder... was this a true wonder? Before I had time to reflect about what I was experiencing in this moment the cloud started moving in a rapid pace again. We outdistanced thousands of miles, if not light years, traversed spheres of a sheer endless universe and I couldn't take my eyes, nor my thoughts from this beauty that. Thousands upon thousands brightly shining stars, that flashed and went phut into the deeps of the dark blue, circulating planets, forever bound to their suns and absurdly huge galaxies that were there for gazillions of infinities rolled past me, as I took another puff of the magic herb. Whether I was dead... or totally nuts! So I just enjoyed the the delicate weed in my pipe that was spoiling me with a heavenly aroma.. I couldn't perceive anything else but this divine flavors.
Suddenly the cloud stopped. An endless emptiness surrounded me an my thoughts, as I took a look around and was able to see the universe in its entirety. A feeling of oneness filled me out and I realized what I was staring at....
The circle in the being, the oneness of the many. The period in Pi!
**»Though it seems that endlessly the digits queue behind its comma... no matter how far the rivers might flow, how endlessly the mountains are watching over the lands... or how high the trees might grow... no matter if monsters are strolling the surface of the earths... if the fires are seething... or the thunders are raging... Pi's value never exceeds 3,1 - inwardly endless, yet outwardly small... **
**three point one four one five nine two**
**six five three five eight nine seven nine three**
**two**
**three**
**eight four six two**
**six four**
**thirty-three**
**eight**
**three**
**two«**
- the voice whispered again in a calming way, before the deep blue endlessness with its infinite amount of stars, planets and galaxies was again overtake by the white nothingsness, to steal my glance on this beautiful completeness.
**»BANG!!!«** it rang in my ears as I ungently was woken from my dream-like state of conciousness. Well... seems like I didn't die.. My mundance flesh was again *(or still?)* sat at my desk and the morning was dawning. Seems like I also didn't loose my mind... at least not more than I anyways already had! For a long moment I remained in silence and left my thoughts pass and do whatever they wanted to, letting them roll by like shooting stars. Satisfied and filled with bliss. I got granted the experience of a mystical night, a lunatic feverish dream... I got granted insight that couldn't be any more beautiful. **»Thanks..«** I said with a impish grin on my face **»...to who... or whatever...«** I quietly added and gazed into the distance of the dawning horizon outside of my open window.
It was about time... Morpheus had released me from his bossom and carefully layed me into Hemeras arms. Cheerfully I grabbed a tin from the back of the shelf above my desk where all my tins of tobaccos are and snatched a tin of **Early Morning Pipe**... I was read... a new day, better times would rise... it was about time to BE!
*A short-story*
Tired... opressed... so sluggish my body and soul craved for rest...the mind was longed to achieve knowledge of the truth. Yet all the hours I had spent inquisitively rummaging around in old dusty books, studying all kids of writings I could put my hands on and meditating on the being, which dictated the pace of my earthly days, weeks and years, couldn't achieve what I was longed for so badly. It was about time... about time to close my tired eyes for the day, to send a last prayer that would beg for insight in the nature of being towards who..... or whatever might be out there...or in me, whatever... it was about time! Tomorrow would be a better... or at least another day.
But before I'd let myself trustingly fall into Morpheus bossom my feeble eyes wandered over my desk. Underneath a pile of tattered notes smudged with ink and ash, beside the ashtray, that was crammed with dirty pipe cleaners and cold ash, the corner of golden gleaming tin attracted my attention. It was atypical for me to have a tin of tobacco on my desk... not because I was a tidy person.. far fom that, but the little room the old wooden desk offered would always be taken by writing materials, a self-made pipe holder the old rusty pipe tool, an ashtray and a cup of stale coffee.
Driven by curiousity I yanked out the tin from the mess that I'd call my workplace. My shrunken eyes were dazzled by the intense glowing of the tin's label that was told storys about better, easier days. A night cap, an evening primrose and a long, delicately swung clay pipe. Above them a bold font types **»NIGHTCAP«**... *geez, yes!* A nightcap was what I needed...! Curiousity pushed my fatigue aside and peppy I lifted up my sluggish flesh.
**»SHHHHHHAPP«** it hissed through the sparely furnished room in the attic of an old building I called my home, as I pushed my knife under the lid and gently pulled it towards my body and an enchanting scent filled my nose.
Abruptly I fell into a dream like state... a trance. A mystical scent of essential oils, exotic woods and an incense like smokiness.. a scent of captivating piquancy and of roasted, tart nuts was tauntingly dancing around my olfaction, which pushed all my other senses aside and caught all of my attention. A clashing sound pulled me out of my trace as i started to fall. Holding the tin of tobacco firmly in my sweaty palms I started to fall through the layers of reality, into a world of dreams and even further down into a sphere I couldn't dare to dream of a word to describe it. Surrounded by bright white glow I was still grabbing the tin as if my life depended on it...yet somehow it felt as if the tin grabbed me. For a moment I thought I was in the realm of the dead...was I dreaming? Where was I? What was happening?
The dark, finely cut tobacco which I rubbed betweend my fingers triggered a tickling sensation in my fingers that spread through my body and I felt driven to snatch a clay pipe that had suddenly apperead out of the blue and was circulating ellipsoidally around me. Wordless I crammed the herb into it. I must be dreaming I thought to myself... A second later a tinny **"KLICK"** occured and a foxy, orange-red and sea blue shimmering flame of a long match materialized, slowly moving towards me and the bowl of the clay pipe which I was holding in my shaky hands. **»WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME??«** I wanted to yell, but my words remained silent and died away in the emptiness of the sphere I was in. **»Just let it happen, you'll be waken, who wants to hear the truth singin' needs to go back to the beginnin'«** a voice perkily whispered into my right ear. My heart started racing.....**»Well, great... now you've totally lost your mind Captain..«** I was thinking **»...rhyming voices whispering in your ears, ellipsoidally circulating clay pipes materializing in a sphere of nothingness...yea....sure! You've lost it..«** I was mumbling and began to doubt if this was even tobacco in the tin...
With shaky hands I moved the clay pipe to my brittle lips and waited for the flame to ignite this strange herb. It crackled, it sparkled as creamy white and gray wads of smoke arose, that stood out of the white nothingness surrounding me, forming most beautiful, mystical shapes that wet phut within seconds. I glanced at the foxy red ember, took a deep puff and I started to fall again, landing on what felt like a pile of feathers.
Warily I lifted my head and dared a to look what I had landed on.. wide-eyed I realized that I literally landed on a bed of clouds about the size of a small car. **»Alright... you lost your mind, no doubts left.... or should this be the so called heaven? Am I dead?«** I stuttered with a slightly hysteric intonation as I realized that the white nothingness had been overtaken by a deep, nightblue, almost black darkness. I didn't dare to move, fearing I'd fall through the clouds and cautiously look around.
A sea of deep blue endlessness, bedecked by golden-yellow sparkling stars was surrounding me. The cloud started moving through the sphere with insane speed. To calm down I took another puff from the clay pipe and an ethereal, exotic aroma of roasted nuts, tart, woodsy smokiness and a tickling spiciness filled my mouth and nostrils, occupying all of my attention for a moment. This heavenly aroma aroused comfort ad satisfaction and my anxiety was blown away by it. The cloud had stopped moving for a moment.
It was wonderful... it was a wonder... was this a true wonder? Before I had time to reflect about what I was experiencing in this moment the cloud started moving in a rapid pace again. We outdistanced thousands of miles, if not light years, traversed spheres of a sheer endless universe and I couldn't take my eyes, nor my thoughts from this beauty that. Thousands upon thousands brightly shining stars, that flashed and went phut into the deeps of the dark blue, circulating planets, forever bound to their suns and absurdly huge galaxies that were there for gazillions of infinities rolled past me, as I took another puff of the magic herb. Whether I was dead... or totally nuts! So I just enjoyed the the delicate weed in my pipe that was spoiling me with a heavenly aroma.. I couldn't perceive anything else but this divine flavors.
Suddenly the cloud stopped. An endless emptiness surrounded me an my thoughts, as I took a look around and was able to see the universe in its entirety. A feeling of oneness filled me out and I realized what I was staring at....
The circle in the being, the oneness of the many. The period in Pi!
**»Though it seems that endlessly the digits queue behind its comma... no matter how far the rivers might flow, how endlessly the mountains are watching over the lands... or how high the trees might grow... no matter if monsters are strolling the surface of the earths... if the fires are seething... or the thunders are raging... Pi's value never exceeds 3,1 - inwardly endless, yet outwardly small... **
**three point one four one five nine two**
**six five three five eight nine seven nine three**
**two**
**three**
**eight four six two**
**six four**
**thirty-three**
**eight**
**three**
**two«**
- the voice whispered again in a calming way, before the deep blue endlessness with its infinite amount of stars, planets and galaxies was again overtake by the white nothingsness, to steal my glance on this beautiful completeness.
**»BANG!!!«** it rang in my ears as I ungently was woken from my dream-like state of conciousness. Well... seems like I didn't die.. My mundance flesh was again *(or still?)* sat at my desk and the morning was dawning. Seems like I also didn't loose my mind... at least not more than I anyways already had! For a long moment I remained in silence and left my thoughts pass and do whatever they wanted to, letting them roll by like shooting stars. Satisfied and filled with bliss. I got granted the experience of a mystical night, a lunatic feverish dream... I got granted insight that couldn't be any more beautiful. **»Thanks..«** I said with a impish grin on my face **»...to who... or whatever...«** I quietly added and gazed into the distance of the dawning horizon outside of my open window.
It was about time... Morpheus had released me from his bossom and carefully layed me into Hemeras arms. Cheerfully I grabbed a tin from the back of the shelf above my desk where all my tins of tobaccos are and snatched a tin of **Early Morning Pipe**... I was read... a new day, better times would rise... it was about time to BE!
Pipe Used:
A mysterious piece of clay
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
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| Jun 24, 2006 | Very Strong | Strong | Very Full | Very Strong |
Okay, okay. Yes, this isn't the same animal from 30 years ago. We get that much.
And yes, some of you had the same experience I have had: You opened up a tin of the new creature, found a lot of bright Virginias, some sassy periques and some rather vinegary-tasting latakias. Some of you even tossed it out as being too brash, too tart, not the knockout article you'd been led to expect.
Shame on you.
This is one fine blend. It just needs to settle in. Here's what you do.
Get yourself a big Bell mason jar, one of the quart-sized ones. Make sure it's a screw-top lid-seal jar just like granny made pickles and preserves in. Don't settle for fancy lever-seals or ceramic jars, they will disappoint you.
Open up your tin of Nightcap. Empty contents into mason jar. Screw on the lid for a tight seal. Shake well, to loosen up all the players.
Now stick that jar in the bottom of your closet and forget it exists.
Come back 2 weeks later, shake it up again, and put it back.
Come back in another 2 weeks and give it a good shake. Now open the jar.
THIS is the aroma you were seeking. Go ahead, fire it up and see why everyone else loves this blend so much.
Is it the Nightcap from 1975? No. But you know what? Who cares? It's a fine blend in it own right, given the proper time and space to get itself together. So fire up your magic Basement / Closet / Cupboard and stick s few jars of Nightcap in there. You won't regret it.
And yes, some of you had the same experience I have had: You opened up a tin of the new creature, found a lot of bright Virginias, some sassy periques and some rather vinegary-tasting latakias. Some of you even tossed it out as being too brash, too tart, not the knockout article you'd been led to expect.
Shame on you.
This is one fine blend. It just needs to settle in. Here's what you do.
Get yourself a big Bell mason jar, one of the quart-sized ones. Make sure it's a screw-top lid-seal jar just like granny made pickles and preserves in. Don't settle for fancy lever-seals or ceramic jars, they will disappoint you.
Open up your tin of Nightcap. Empty contents into mason jar. Screw on the lid for a tight seal. Shake well, to loosen up all the players.
Now stick that jar in the bottom of your closet and forget it exists.
Come back 2 weeks later, shake it up again, and put it back.
Come back in another 2 weeks and give it a good shake. Now open the jar.
THIS is the aroma you were seeking. Go ahead, fire it up and see why everyone else loves this blend so much.
Is it the Nightcap from 1975? No. But you know what? Who cares? It's a fine blend in it own right, given the proper time and space to get itself together. So fire up your magic Basement / Closet / Cupboard and stick s few jars of Nightcap in there. You won't regret it.
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Oct 03, 2012 | Medium to Strong | None Detected | Medium to Full | Tolerable to Strong |
The very deeply rich, smokey, woody sweet and mildly musty Cyprian Latakia is the star component. The grassy, lightly tart and tangy citrus sweet Virginias form the base of the blend, and mostly plays a small role. The spicy, raisiny, plumy perique underlines the experience. The Oriental/Turkish adds some smoke, wood, earth, floralness, and dryness along with a pinch of salt and pepper in support of the very consistent flavor. The nic-hit is medium. The strength and taste levels are close to the strong and full thresholds respectively. Has no dull or weak spots, but does have some rough edges. Won’t bite, but you may possibly observe an extremely light harsh note if you puff like a freight train, so I recommend a reasonable cadence. Has some complexity, and burns at a moderate pace, clean and mostly cool. Requires few relights, and leaves just a little dampness in the bowl. Easily burns to ash. The after taste and pungent room note do linger. Not an all day smoke, but it’s certainly repeatable, unless your better half hits you in the head with a rolling pin for smelling up the house.
Is it different than the Murray's blend? It seems about the same to me, though I thought the Murray’s version had a little more depth by a hair.
-JimInks
Is it different than the Murray's blend? It seems about the same to me, though I thought the Murray’s version had a little more depth by a hair.
-JimInks
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Jun 20, 2014 | Very Strong | Strong | Full | Tolerable |
This is as quintessentially english as you can get. To really understand that you need to be in england on a summer's evening where you can walk out into your garden and smell the bonfires wafting over from your neighbours. England is obsessed by tidy gardens and burning unruly weeds. You need to understand why people in england created such a complex taste - it's to remind us of those few warm days a year that linger and one yearns for. You need to know what it's like sitting in a 300 year old cottage in the countryside; to smell and sense the lush damp green around you warmed by the sun, autumn musk and the cold of winter falling when you yearn for summer again. This is the comfort that is Nightcap. A musky, smoky, soothing oak of calming tobacco that gets you through the dark and rain when you long for a summer camp and bonfire. Nicotine induced hibernating rest unto summer. When you get that rare sunny haze you can smoke a pipe of this inside, go outside and smell it for real - even in winter on Bonfire Night. This is what I have come to understand about Dunhill tobaccos - wether it be the oriental english breakfast tea taste of Early Morning Pipe or the rush of plummy english christmas pudding mixed with connotations of navel travel of yesteryear in Royal Yacht, it's quintessential englishness that only someone in england could concoct.
Pipe Used:
K & P , Jolly Roger
Age When Smoked:
36
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
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| Aug 24, 2004 | Very Strong | None Detected | Very Full | Very Strong |
As a Latakia fiend, I think this must surely be the most magnificent Latakia blend I have tried. When I first opened a tin of this, and took a huge sniff at the midnight-dark contents, my head reeled, and I experienced something approaching fear! The huge Latakia smokiness was there, richer than I had ever smelt it before, but stronger than this was a mysterious fermented, almost yeast-like smell. I can only compare it to smelling one of those powerful cheeses that one can find in Brno, in the Czech republic. A very savoury scent, stong and intimidating. I like these cheeses though, and was only put off for a moment. The dominance of this smell faded within a few hours of the tin being open, and became detectable as something in the background of the aroma. Lighting is easy, provided that you let the tobacco air overnight, as it is excesively moist in the tin. The first time I smoked this, I thought I had died and gone to pipesmokers heaven. Nothing compares to the huge richness of this blend, and its unpredictably developing flavour, incredibly complex. In a Virginia-Perique blend, the perique builds through the bowl, and only really announces itself in the peppery finale. This blend displays this tendency, except that at odd moments throughout the bowl, the perique may leap out for a few extra-spicy puffs, before fading again to the spicy background flavour it usually supplies. The smoke is full, puff hard and you will blow smoke rings that last like no other, they seem almost ready to sail out of the window and wander off on an adventure of their own! When you puff more rapidly on it, the Latakia will dominate all other tastes, a flavour almost like very well cooked toast may develop. I like my toast black about the edges, so this is enjoyable enough to me. Puff more gently, and the Latakia will calm down, and other flavours have room to move, the tangy spice of the Perique, and the very subtle hint of sweetness from the Virginia will peek out through the smoke. Nutty flavours, woody flavours, earthy flavours, they are all here alongside the rich smokiness. While very smooth, and totally without bite, the Perique gives a hint of sharpness, a zest that completes and complements the flavours. I am moved almost to poetry by it, better not smoke too much, or I might write something resembling Kubla Khan! It is strong, noticably stronger than St Bruno, so use a small pipe, and go easy until you get used to it. The room note is powerful, so don't smoke this in the same room as the canary! Smoke this last thing in the day, or you won't taste anything else that you eat or smoke. If you want a drink to accompany it, choose something bold, such a a really strong coffee, continental dark roast does the trick. If its whiskey, go for an Islay malt, Laphroig works. If you like beer, get out the richest Imperial Russian Stout you can lay your hands on, the Durham brewery's "Temptation" (10% abv) does the trick. The only wine that could work with this would be Port. Sit back, light up, and enjoy, relaxation is about to be re-defined! ------Update 2024------ I've recently had the chance to compare an old tin of mine (2004, made in UK, ie the last of the Murrays production) which I'd just cracked the seal on, with a newly opened tin of the current "Peterson" Nightcap from STG. I'll also say that I do enjoy the "Peterson" Dunhills and I'm glad we still have them in new branding. The first thing to say is that 20 years of age hasn't benefitted it. I had a much older (sealed) tin of the old Dunhill stuff last year and it was rather faded. This wasn't so bad but certainly it had lost some of the initial "funk" when the tin is cracked, the aroma being rather subdued. The smoking is superb nonetheless and I did enjoy it. Nextly, the tobacco is visibly different. The Murrays is a wider, shorter cut, and has a much higher proportion of dark black leaf. It looks, smells and smokes like there's more Latakia in the old stuff, albeit slightly faded with age. The new stuff smells a lot sweeter too. Finally the Murrays product definitely has more nicotine. The Velvet hammer was a mighty one back then, I'll say that the newer production sits closer to the other blends in its family in formulation, whereas Nightcap when I first enjoyed it all those years ago really was a beast, sat out in its own realm far removed from most other English mixtures. So, I do enjoy the new product, no it's not the same as it used to be, yes the old stuff was stronger. BUT, if I had any more of the old product I'd smoke it right away because it's not getting any younger and the years aren't doing it any favours now.
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
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| Mar 13, 2008 | Strong | Strong | Very Full | Very Pleasant |
In my native country of Pakistan, it seemed like nearly all the pipe tobaccos sold were English blends. This was unfortunate because I enjoy the more aromatic American blends, which were hard to find. As a new pipe smoker (at the time), I tried several English blends but found them a bit too harsh and smoky tasting. A friend then recommended Dunhill's Nightcap. I had seen it in the tins in the stores but never knew anything about it and supposed it was smokey/woodsy-tasting like most of the other English blends. Not so. I fell in love with it immediately and continue to smoke today, some 20 years later. The perique and burleys help to balance out the harsher, more smokey latakia, making for a pleasant smoke. The only downside to this tobacco I found is the aftertaste it leaves in the mouth. My wife and family love the room note of this tobacco. (They hated the other English blends I used to smoke!) Some folks do not like this tobacco, but I think many of them do not know how to smoke it properly- it has to be smoked slowly, in order to burn cool, and in a pipe that is suitable. Some pipes burn to fast and too dry. This has to be smoked in a pipe that retains some moisture. If smoked too fast/hot, it will leave a bite, along with a wretched odor. If smoked slow/cool, it will leave a very pleasant, soothing aroma that is pleasing to everyone around you, and make a nice evening smoke THIS TOBACCO IS NOT MEANT TO BE INHALED!!! Now that I'm in the States, I usually buy this tobacco in bulk at the local tobacconist shop, and keep it in a humidified jar on my pipe stand. A word- let the tobacco age/weather a bit before smoking it. This will help to cut down a bit on the strength of it and will reduce the bite/aftertaste it leaves. I don't recommend this as an everyday smoke, but a good Friday/Saturday evening or special occasion smoke. For everyday smokes, I recommend an aromatic American blend.
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Oct 17, 2013 | Strong | Extremely Mild | Full | Tolerable to Strong |
Strong Latakia flavor with the Turkish close behind. Can dimly discern the Perique and Virginias in the background. By the end of the bowl they have seamlessly blended into one delicious flavor. It took me almost a full tin to fully appreciate this blend and I have come to love it. Highly recommended. Don't give up on it too early. It'll grow on you.
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Dec 16, 2007 | Very Strong | None Detected | Extra Full | Strong |
This blend is touted as one of Dunhill's strongest. Dunhill doesn't lie. It is a powerful concoction and wickedly so. I can easily review this blend for those of you who have smoked 965. Just turn up the flavor 7 notches and throw in a bit of perique, and you have instant Nightcap!
The older, Royal Warrant with tails tins are highly sought after for good reason, the years of aging has smoothed the elements to the point where each puff is a heavenly experience. Strength, flavor and thick, creamy smoke will take you to Heaven's door!
The 1995-through-2005 Murray's version is quite tasty, too. Just not as forgiving on the palate.
The older, Royal Warrant with tails tins are highly sought after for good reason, the years of aging has smoothed the elements to the point where each puff is a heavenly experience. Strength, flavor and thick, creamy smoke will take you to Heaven's door!
The 1995-through-2005 Murray's version is quite tasty, too. Just not as forgiving on the palate.
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
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| Sep 23, 2013 | Medium to Strong | None Detected | Full | Tolerable to Strong |
If you're a member of this site, let's just agree to something now:
Once you log in, this site will hold your wife & dog hostage until you've written a review praising Nightcap. Personally, I'm okay with that arrangement.
This was my first proper English mixture. I found a tin that was old & dust covered on a back shelf at my tobacconist' shop. Sadly, I burned my way through the ambrosia within a matter of days. My normal cadence is to only allow myself 2 open tins at any given time, alternating pipes & tins before opening & trying other blends. However, Nightcap didn't join the rotation it BECAME the rotation for as long as those blessed 50g lasted.
With it's smoky, creamy, & full flavor it is every bit as satisfying as Dunhill claims. Now, every time I place an order for tobacco at smokingpipes.com, I order something new to try, an old favorite, and a tin of this.
There's my review of Nightcap!
Can I have the dog back now?
Once you log in, this site will hold your wife & dog hostage until you've written a review praising Nightcap. Personally, I'm okay with that arrangement.
This was my first proper English mixture. I found a tin that was old & dust covered on a back shelf at my tobacconist' shop. Sadly, I burned my way through the ambrosia within a matter of days. My normal cadence is to only allow myself 2 open tins at any given time, alternating pipes & tins before opening & trying other blends. However, Nightcap didn't join the rotation it BECAME the rotation for as long as those blessed 50g lasted.
With it's smoky, creamy, & full flavor it is every bit as satisfying as Dunhill claims. Now, every time I place an order for tobacco at smokingpipes.com, I order something new to try, an old favorite, and a tin of this.
There's my review of Nightcap!
Can I have the dog back now?
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
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| Oct 11, 2001 | Strong | None Detected | Full | Strong |
For twenty years, I smoked Escudo or Three Nuns before 6:00 p.m., Nightcap or Rattray's Red Rapparee after 6:00 p.m. Call me a Classicist, call me boring.
Then in 1990 I moved to Paris, where I couldn't readily find any of my favourites! I was forced to experiment. I will not horrify your child-like impressionability with all the indescribable crap that I tried. Suffice it to say that, when I despairingly decided to order some Nightcap direct from London, it tasted like balm-of-Heaven to the sores of a desert leper.
Nightcap is one great tobacco.
50% Latakia, it is forbiddingly deep and flinty, with a black velvet cushioning of Orientals, and a Virginia roundness that is truly grandiose. It takes a while to get going?there is always some bitterness at the beginning?but when the overpowering Latakia catches on, there is nothing like the oceanic depth of this blend. And, just when you are about to feel that it is perhaps a little bloated, Périque raises its impudent head like a ray of light in the night, giving the whole composition liveliness and finesse. Then a sec Virginia Oriental nuttiness will glimmer in the latakia gloom, as supple as diamonds at the bottom of a cave.
This is the most contemplative blend I know, with the perfect æsthetic clarity of Gregorian chant. Indispensable to the survival of human civilization.
Then in 1990 I moved to Paris, where I couldn't readily find any of my favourites! I was forced to experiment. I will not horrify your child-like impressionability with all the indescribable crap that I tried. Suffice it to say that, when I despairingly decided to order some Nightcap direct from London, it tasted like balm-of-Heaven to the sores of a desert leper.
Nightcap is one great tobacco.
50% Latakia, it is forbiddingly deep and flinty, with a black velvet cushioning of Orientals, and a Virginia roundness that is truly grandiose. It takes a while to get going?there is always some bitterness at the beginning?but when the overpowering Latakia catches on, there is nothing like the oceanic depth of this blend. And, just when you are about to feel that it is perhaps a little bloated, Périque raises its impudent head like a ray of light in the night, giving the whole composition liveliness and finesse. Then a sec Virginia Oriental nuttiness will glimmer in the latakia gloom, as supple as diamonds at the bottom of a cave.
This is the most contemplative blend I know, with the perfect æsthetic clarity of Gregorian chant. Indispensable to the survival of human civilization.
| Reviewed By | Date | Rating | Strength | Flavoring | Taste | Room Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| May 09, 2009 | Medium to Strong | Mild | Very Full | Pleasant |
UPDATE: I've been dipping into this same tin (now in a jar) for a while now and the spices from the Orientals and the Perique are certainly more noticeable. Drier, it burns much more evenly and predictably. Flavors are more discernible and it's still an excellent tobacco.
ORIGINAL: This is based on a brand new Orlik tin that I just received from Germany.
In the tin, the sweet Virgina aroma predominates, with a very present but subdued Latakia smokiness. The weed is lighter than I expected, a nice mix of golden colors with the darker Latakia. Moisture was close to just right. Next time I may dry it for a little while before striking the match.
Upon lighting, it was less sweet than expected. It never really develops as much Virgina sweetness as some English blends, but the balance is impeccable. I can't perceive the Perique at all. The smokiness is the main player but the flavors blend so effortlessly that you can't help but just sink into a contemplative mood and smoke away the afternoon. I would characterize this tobacco as smooth, smooth, smooth.
I was surprised to find the room note toasty and pleasant, unlike most heavy Lat mixtures. The flavors intensified during the last third-bowl. I re-lit a couple times near the end to take advantage of the dregs, then allowed the final dottle to just burn out. A nice smoky aftertaste reminds you for a while of the pleasure you just experienced and makes you anticipate the next time you open the tin.
ORIGINAL: This is based on a brand new Orlik tin that I just received from Germany.
In the tin, the sweet Virgina aroma predominates, with a very present but subdued Latakia smokiness. The weed is lighter than I expected, a nice mix of golden colors with the darker Latakia. Moisture was close to just right. Next time I may dry it for a little while before striking the match.
Upon lighting, it was less sweet than expected. It never really develops as much Virgina sweetness as some English blends, but the balance is impeccable. I can't perceive the Perique at all. The smokiness is the main player but the flavors blend so effortlessly that you can't help but just sink into a contemplative mood and smoke away the afternoon. I would characterize this tobacco as smooth, smooth, smooth.
I was surprised to find the room note toasty and pleasant, unlike most heavy Lat mixtures. The flavors intensified during the last third-bowl. I re-lit a couple times near the end to take advantage of the dregs, then allowed the final dottle to just burn out. A nice smoky aftertaste reminds you for a while of the pleasure you just experienced and makes you anticipate the next time you open the tin.
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