My wife and I were chatting today about pipes and tobaccos, and how both of us enjoy various aspects of the hobby. She a non-smoker sits with me outside and enjoys the aroma and quiet time, where I am enjoying the tactile nature of the pipe and the mental aspect of the process.
As we chatted, it came to me that neither of us has a pipe smoker in our immediate background that led me down this path. As an Army brat, the closest thing I had was a cigar smoking uncle who had a few stale pipes in his barrister bookcase. I used to smell the bowls and clamp down pretending I was Popeye. I would only see him on average about one week out of any given year before he died. Of course like many a kid in the 60's, I had the plastic bubble pipe with my favorite being the upper class blue/white pattern. The stems had such an open blow that you could get a big bubble or with a bit of extra oomph, the "lava flood" of bubbles.
We concluded our discussion in agreement that even though neither of us had any background with pipes, the pipe brought around some strangely familiar and comforting sensation. It is as if some long ago experience transcended to our subconscious and said, "Relax."
Ok, that's all the poetic I can wax tonight.
Puff on pipe family.
As we chatted, it came to me that neither of us has a pipe smoker in our immediate background that led me down this path. As an Army brat, the closest thing I had was a cigar smoking uncle who had a few stale pipes in his barrister bookcase. I used to smell the bowls and clamp down pretending I was Popeye. I would only see him on average about one week out of any given year before he died. Of course like many a kid in the 60's, I had the plastic bubble pipe with my favorite being the upper class blue/white pattern. The stems had such an open blow that you could get a big bubble or with a bit of extra oomph, the "lava flood" of bubbles.
We concluded our discussion in agreement that even though neither of us had any background with pipes, the pipe brought around some strangely familiar and comforting sensation. It is as if some long ago experience transcended to our subconscious and said, "Relax."
Ok, that's all the poetic I can wax tonight.
Puff on pipe family.