I heat my home with a wood stove. Recently I have been using some really beautiful sections of a 60 year old Japanese Red Maple to feed the flames. I saved the wood from being placed in a curbside trash pile during a yard work job I did over the Summer. It has beautiful knots and swirly grain. I wold enjoy it more if I could watch it burn in a fireplace but I throw it in the wood stove for a little bit of heat. What strikes me is how much I feel like I am turning something precious into a cloud of smoke, for a few moments of pleasure.
I notice a similar hesitation to opening new tins of tobacco sometimes. If I keep it unopened it is still there to provide the pleasure of possession, but it is not serving it's real purpose of being smoked. I seem to choose to smoke bulk tobacco more often to avoid opening the tins I have. While I do open them from time to time, I like building a growing cellar of tins.
Do any of you also have a similar hesitation in cracking your beautiful sealed tins?
I notice a similar hesitation to opening new tins of tobacco sometimes. If I keep it unopened it is still there to provide the pleasure of possession, but it is not serving it's real purpose of being smoked. I seem to choose to smoke bulk tobacco more often to avoid opening the tins I have. While I do open them from time to time, I like building a growing cellar of tins.
Do any of you also have a similar hesitation in cracking your beautiful sealed tins?