Last September, I rolled up a batch of Flan -- 1/2 leaf each of corojo seco, viso, & ligero, with 1/2 leaf olor seco, bound in Columbian, wrapped with Sumatra binder (much too delicate to be used as binder, but plenty nice to be used as wrapper). This blend is called Flan cause that's what the flavor reminded me of. At the time I was saddled with too much of that pungent H2k wrapper which would just not burn at all. So I took a page out of Leaf by Oscar and shrouded the Flans with that stinky H2k. Like so:
Outer side of the H2k inwards. The idea was to suffuse the flan with that H2k odor. I stashed them in a metal cookie canister to imprison the business.
Today I opened the canister and freed a Flan. Here she is after 8 months of peaceful uninterrupted permeation:
You can see how the H2k shroud blotched up the Sumatra, which started out a light tan color -- so the infusion did work in that sense. The H2k had lost a good deal of its odor; the Sumatra had drawn it in. The shroud was not tight enough near the head. You can see how the flag and cap remains mostly unstained. To come out with an unmottled appearance, one would have to wrap the shroud tighter throughout.
The result was a strange mojo. Flan flavor steeped in moody habano. Not for the faint of heart, nor for the empty stomach. Some days, tho, now and then, you do crave a kickass gar. That's what this would be good for. Not harsh, not gack, just kickassly flavored. Nubbed it and arose from the chair dizzy.
