You get a pouch of Velvet, and somehow accidentally spill your heirloom bottles of your great-grandmother's perfumes onto it. After some airing out, but not enough, you decide you are desperate enough for nicotine that you'd almost consider digging up some cigarette butts outside of a Mall entrance, you remember that you have a pouch of Mixture 79. When you are starving, anything tastes good. Mixture 79! Bliss! Then you come to your senses, and realize that your poor pipes will never forgive you, and forever more will deny you the sheer pleasure of other tobaccos. You are doomed.

On a more practical note: If you are ever cursed with a pouch of '79 that you are compelled by your inner voices to finish, there is a solution. A similarly diabolical tobacco exists called Middleton Apple, which if blended with Mixture 79 creates a synergistic effect, resulting in a nice blend reminiscent of mulled cider, a nice smoke for the Winter. It is something you can actually tolerate, if you enjoy aromatics. Mix them together and let them age and marry for a few months, and you won't have to throw them out.