I've been fortunate to have found quite a few old UK tins.
My most recent find was over the summer.
Got a rather large lot for cheap:
...but quite a few of the tins had vacuum compromised so they were dry.
Pinholes are sad.
I had 2 tins of Craven Curly Cut and one had pinholes and was dried:
Yet the other survived quite well!
These little curlies are a living tribute to the industrial prowess of the UK tobacco industry -- almost perfectly formed, nearly paper thin, such precision, beautiful things they are and I wish there was somebody still around making this small style of curlies.
I stacked the 'dimes' like pancakes --- something I love doing whenever I'm lucky enough to get some of this older stuff made in this form, a technique prescribed in an old Three Nuns ad that I saw and it works very well.
Stacking them to photograph was slightly frustrating because it was like Jenga LOL and they'd all come tumbling down, finally got a decent enough shot and that'll do.
It was intensely fruity at the start of the bowl, almost as if the baccy had been cased in prune juice or something, it was wonderfully deep and incredibly smooth. By midbowl a very slight spiciness showed up but it didn't detract from the fruitiness and sort of complimented it, there was a very slight funk off around the edges but it was minimal and also somehow complimented the smoke --- it was full of character!
Toward the end after mid, the flavor faded rather quickly and became more of a nondescript smooth smoke, but I was totally delighted with the upper portions.
I noted that the ash was a copper color, I've experienced this before even with certain fresh young tobaccos,
but never in such a deeply colored manner:
They all had American tax stamps so they could be dated precisely,
like this pair of Cope's Escudo:
Series 119 which is 1949
Series 120 which is 1950
The 1950 tin fared much better than the '49 (which was a bit flat),
The 1950 edition is much more lively from the get-go, it survived well methinks and is robustly expressive.
I used the same old WDC Ripple Briar as I smoked the '49 in,
fold 'n stuffed.
I don't feel adept enough to try and delineate all the nuances, I'm just not familiar with Escudo or VaPers in general to be able to convey much coherent detail, instead I'll ramble about how this old baccy really lit my switch in a nearly psychoactive manner, how it made me feel --- like making my nipples hard, slowing my breath to a glacial pace, heavy lidded yet wide open eyes, really alive and blast'd to a pinpoint of total consciousness. It was as if time stood still, it was like a deep meditation, it was like a thousand butterflies exploding in the sun, it was like my ancestors reaching from beyond to hold my hand and tell me that everythings gonna be okay, it really was like spirit talk, it was like a movie in slow motion, it was an uplift under glorious wing, it was a pipedream made real, it was just smoke, a disappearing fog, but it was so much more, and words cannot touch what it really is, or what it really was.