So I went to my local shop today to pick up a few tins recommended to me by members here. I walked in and grabbed the three tins I wanted and just as I turned to leave, the pipe case caught me at a weak moment. It was as if the clerk had changed the lighting just before he made his stride over to me and see if I would like to hold one. He showed me a few that I wasn't crazy about then he handed me a savinelli that seemed like it had been cut to fit my hand. I got the feeling that my wife gets when we see puppies in the mall. I started to think "what if no one ever takes the little guy home". The price was right and I loaded the little fella up along with a free ounce of bulk tobacco.
Cheers boys
Cheers boys