Just coming off a 3 week stretch of being sick. Haven't smoked the whole time. Decided to take the dog for a quick walk and thought "Oh heck, its my only chance to smoke a pipe tonight".
So, I grabbed the closest thing I have to a beater- an old Dr. Grabow that I sanded and re-stained, and packed up something quick and easy- FMC, and hit the sidewalk with the dog. Very windy, maybe 50 degrees, dark, and quiet. A few things I learned:
1. My dog does not stop for lighting or tamping. So selfish.
2. When I found Virginia Flakes, I found my place. As great as some of these Lat blends are- man give me my McC Flakes.
3. Wind made the experience unenjoyable. Flying embers, no discernible satisfying smoke, and hardly any flavor. When I turned around out of the wind, I could suddenly taste the pipe again. And ahhhhhh....the smoke!
4. I forgot how much quicker ribbon cuts smoke vs. flakes.
5. I feel mature and distinguished smoking a pipe. Concurrently picking up dog doo negates that feeling.
So, I grabbed the closest thing I have to a beater- an old Dr. Grabow that I sanded and re-stained, and packed up something quick and easy- FMC, and hit the sidewalk with the dog. Very windy, maybe 50 degrees, dark, and quiet. A few things I learned:
1. My dog does not stop for lighting or tamping. So selfish.
2. When I found Virginia Flakes, I found my place. As great as some of these Lat blends are- man give me my McC Flakes.
3. Wind made the experience unenjoyable. Flying embers, no discernible satisfying smoke, and hardly any flavor. When I turned around out of the wind, I could suddenly taste the pipe again. And ahhhhhh....the smoke!
4. I forgot how much quicker ribbon cuts smoke vs. flakes.
5. I feel mature and distinguished smoking a pipe. Concurrently picking up dog doo negates that feeling.