I'll start the ball rolling. I have only been smoking a pipe for a short period of time. However I have several other favorite fall activities that have beautiful or if you like, magical moments. One of them is becoming a favorite place for a bowl of my favored tobacco. Here it is.
A place I go to many times. Wheat field bordered by trees. A small knoll in the midst of the wheat field with a thickly wooded ravine leading down the eastern edge. The secondary growth comes up to my waist. I climb the hill half an hour before sunset, find a place to hunker down and take out one of my favorite cob, in this case a MM CG, and load it with G.L. Pease Odyssey and then, a bit after sunset, moon rise. It's indescribably hauntingly beautiful.
You ladies and gentlemen take it from here.
A place I go to many times. Wheat field bordered by trees. A small knoll in the midst of the wheat field with a thickly wooded ravine leading down the eastern edge. The secondary growth comes up to my waist. I climb the hill half an hour before sunset, find a place to hunker down and take out one of my favorite cob, in this case a MM CG, and load it with G.L. Pease Odyssey and then, a bit after sunset, moon rise. It's indescribably hauntingly beautiful.
You ladies and gentlemen take it from here.