01/08/2021
NuiWhakakore
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On a great journey
The year had started so well. After the rum debacle at Christmas, the Miss Fortune had set sail shortly after three king and refilled the rum supplies in the next port. The crew was back to its old self, with all its advantages and disadvantages. O'Connel smelt almost as before, and the food was as usual, too. Even one-eyed Pete was back to full fitness within his capabilities, being on level.
Then they had been cruising the Caribbean Sea for three months, always looking for booty and escaping from the Spanish. They just weren't having any luck, couldn't locate any merchant ships, and had once narrowly escaped a warship. The morale of the crew was therefore not very good when they finally landed the big score at Montego Bay. The loot was virtually unguarded and there were no major incidents during the loading either. Good, Skinny Norris had shirked work and then fallen asleep, which was why he had missed the departure. Wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't thought he had to swim after it. He almost made it, but a shark like that is just in his element in the water and therefore a bit faster.
Now the whole ship was packed with bales of the finest tobacco. Everywhere piled the cargo, the ship was simply too small for such a load. A few sacks of spices were apparently also included and one or two bales had probably already started to moss. But that could also be the old planks of the Miss Fortune.
So on the passage to Point Comfort, the crew was in high spirits, while their captain grew more nervous by the day. The crew blamed it on possible discovery by the British. No wonder, they couldn't even have put up a proper fight, the gun barrels were stuffed with tobacco and they wouldn't have found the powder among all the cargo. But that was not the reason.
The captain had been reading a book, his Christmas present, captured from a British merchant ship. By an A. Smith, Wealth of Nations. At first he found it incredibly boring, but with the increasing slackness of the ship he was able to get something out of it, and that was an idea. An exceedingly dangerous, indeed, downright audacious idea: buy a load of tobacco cheap and then sell it on at a high price! BUY! If the crew found out, he'd be toast.
And so, increasingly fighting his nervousness with rum, he hoped to get through the days before arriving at Point Comfort. For one thing was certain: he would not dabble in honest trade any time soon. It was just far too risky...
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The Tobacco Reserve starts very sweet with tonka and tobacco. Sage spices and nutmeg provides a very subtle spiciness. Fruity notes flashed briefly times and are then gone again. I would not have recognized currant. A little moss at the end and that's it. The initial sweetness becomes more bearable as it progresses, resulting in a finely balanced scent between tobacco and spices that also has a fairly good longevity. Smoky I do not find him thereby.
Pirate thanks to Serafina!
Then they had been cruising the Caribbean Sea for three months, always looking for booty and escaping from the Spanish. They just weren't having any luck, couldn't locate any merchant ships, and had once narrowly escaped a warship. The morale of the crew was therefore not very good when they finally landed the big score at Montego Bay. The loot was virtually unguarded and there were no major incidents during the loading either. Good, Skinny Norris had shirked work and then fallen asleep, which was why he had missed the departure. Wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't thought he had to swim after it. He almost made it, but a shark like that is just in his element in the water and therefore a bit faster.
Now the whole ship was packed with bales of the finest tobacco. Everywhere piled the cargo, the ship was simply too small for such a load. A few sacks of spices were apparently also included and one or two bales had probably already started to moss. But that could also be the old planks of the Miss Fortune.
So on the passage to Point Comfort, the crew was in high spirits, while their captain grew more nervous by the day. The crew blamed it on possible discovery by the British. No wonder, they couldn't even have put up a proper fight, the gun barrels were stuffed with tobacco and they wouldn't have found the powder among all the cargo. But that was not the reason.
The captain had been reading a book, his Christmas present, captured from a British merchant ship. By an A. Smith, Wealth of Nations. At first he found it incredibly boring, but with the increasing slackness of the ship he was able to get something out of it, and that was an idea. An exceedingly dangerous, indeed, downright audacious idea: buy a load of tobacco cheap and then sell it on at a high price! BUY! If the crew found out, he'd be toast.
And so, increasingly fighting his nervousness with rum, he hoped to get through the days before arriving at Point Comfort. For one thing was certain: he would not dabble in honest trade any time soon. It was just far too risky...
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The Tobacco Reserve starts very sweet with tonka and tobacco. Sage spices and nutmeg provides a very subtle spiciness. Fruity notes flashed briefly times and are then gone again. I would not have recognized currant. A little moss at the end and that's it. The initial sweetness becomes more bearable as it progresses, resulting in a finely balanced scent between tobacco and spices that also has a fairly good longevity. Smoky I do not find him thereby.
Pirate thanks to Serafina!
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