That feeling of anticipation… Like when the bad guys in Raiders of the Lost Ark begin to push aside the heavy lid, or when you’ve traded one prize for whatever’s behind door #3, or when the surgeon comes out of the operating theatre to share news that will change the course of your life.
That impact… Like holding your hand over the chimney top of a horseshoer’s forge, or chewing on a ghost pepper chutney after the milk has run dry, or standing at attention on a fire ant hill while the motorcade passes, or flying in your wingsuit through a Jordanian simoom, or staring at an abyss and becoming the monster you always feared.
That aftermath… Like hiding in your mouth the silica desiccant packs you find in the mailroom just as the boss comes in for an interview, or pushing back from the table after enjoying a tiramisu made entirely from a discarded Tibetan sand mandala, or waking from opium dreams after undergoing oral surgery performed with 19th C. instruments by a surgeon employing 6th C. techniques.
On the scale of insect sting pain–
The Big Smoke 60 Islay Blend is the yellowjacket–As the Schmidt pain scale indicates, it is “Hot and smoky, almost irreverent. Imagine W. C. Fields extinguishing a cigar on your tongue.” Hey, at least we have wasps to thank for mass culture, right?
–Our thanks to Shand Imports for the sample!