I don't know what it is about my cobs but it seems every time I reach for a pipe to smoke, my hand is inevitably drawn to one of my cobs.
Don't get me wrong, I have some very nice briar, but for some reason I always find myself sitting in my garage and quietly smoking a cob. I am particular to my Diplomat, Country Gentleman and Mark Twain. In fact I like them so much that I recently purchased another Diplomat and CG. I smoke them all in rotation. Maybe it's the intrinsic economy of the pipes themselves that appeals to me. Doing more with what is often perceived as less? I don't know and I'm not trying to start an argument but at the moment, while peace of mind for anyone this day and age is a highly sought after condition; I find that when the dust settles and cob is in hand, that content and peace settle in and as a great individual said many, many, years ago, "What ever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well with my soul."
Don't get me wrong, I have some very nice briar, but for some reason I always find myself sitting in my garage and quietly smoking a cob. I am particular to my Diplomat, Country Gentleman and Mark Twain. In fact I like them so much that I recently purchased another Diplomat and CG. I smoke them all in rotation. Maybe it's the intrinsic economy of the pipes themselves that appeals to me. Doing more with what is often perceived as less? I don't know and I'm not trying to start an argument but at the moment, while peace of mind for anyone this day and age is a highly sought after condition; I find that when the dust settles and cob is in hand, that content and peace settle in and as a great individual said many, many, years ago, "What ever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well with my soul."