My area has few options for tobacco shops. Small shop on the island primarily caters to the cigar crowd, but does have a small selection of bulk pipe tobacco and accessories. I stopped in this afternoon looking to get 1/2 pound of Lane 1Q and 1/3 lb of Black Cavendish.
Looking through the pipe stuff, I saw that he had one pipe tool, I needed one so I grabbed it up. No pipe lighters so my eye moved toward tinned tobacco. Nothing really exciting, only had 5 blends and nothing really caught my attention. So I pay for my tobacco and pipe tool and thank Mr. Z. for his time.
Mr. Z. lights up a cigar and reaches behind him to the shelf, "did you bring a pipe" he says to me in a welcoming fashion. "Of course I brought a pipe" was my friendly reply. "Have you tried Nightcap?" he asks. I told him that I had not, and might consider grabbing a tin next visit.
Mr. Z. tells me to make myself at home. A brown leather sofa and two brown leather chairs wrapped around a small coffee table entice me to take the offer. He walks around the counter, plops the tin of nightcap on the table with a magic marker."Write your name on the bottom" he exclaims."I'll keep that one under the counter for next week when you come in, at least you will have something to smoke when you visit."
So, I write my name on the tin, open it, pack a bowl and enjoy an hour and a half chatting with Mr. Z. about politics, tobacco legislation and taxation along with random conversation to make the afternoon worth sharing. Got to sample Nightcap, which was a new blend for me and spend some time with old man Mr. Z. getting to know him a bit and he getting to know me. All in all, I consider today a win win. His shop is over priced, but I will return for a few bulk items, pipe cleaners and such just so I can feed a local business with some dollars.
I was treated like family and rewarded with conversation and experience of an old school tobacconist. I was very surprised he opened a tin for me to try, and expected nothing in return except for the company and a new face in one of his chairs. When I got up to leave he shook my hand, welcomed me back anytime to share a bowl with him and handed me a single pipe stand from under the counter. Nothing fancy, just a cheap plastic one, but it is nicer than the one I did not have, right?
So, thank you Mr. Z., today you earned a new customer and as time goes on perhaps the friendship of a younger individual more than willing to absorb all the information you are willing to share.
Happy smokes gang,
Carbon
Looking through the pipe stuff, I saw that he had one pipe tool, I needed one so I grabbed it up. No pipe lighters so my eye moved toward tinned tobacco. Nothing really exciting, only had 5 blends and nothing really caught my attention. So I pay for my tobacco and pipe tool and thank Mr. Z. for his time.
Mr. Z. lights up a cigar and reaches behind him to the shelf, "did you bring a pipe" he says to me in a welcoming fashion. "Of course I brought a pipe" was my friendly reply. "Have you tried Nightcap?" he asks. I told him that I had not, and might consider grabbing a tin next visit.
Mr. Z. tells me to make myself at home. A brown leather sofa and two brown leather chairs wrapped around a small coffee table entice me to take the offer. He walks around the counter, plops the tin of nightcap on the table with a magic marker."Write your name on the bottom" he exclaims."I'll keep that one under the counter for next week when you come in, at least you will have something to smoke when you visit."
So, I write my name on the tin, open it, pack a bowl and enjoy an hour and a half chatting with Mr. Z. about politics, tobacco legislation and taxation along with random conversation to make the afternoon worth sharing. Got to sample Nightcap, which was a new blend for me and spend some time with old man Mr. Z. getting to know him a bit and he getting to know me. All in all, I consider today a win win. His shop is over priced, but I will return for a few bulk items, pipe cleaners and such just so I can feed a local business with some dollars.
I was treated like family and rewarded with conversation and experience of an old school tobacconist. I was very surprised he opened a tin for me to try, and expected nothing in return except for the company and a new face in one of his chairs. When I got up to leave he shook my hand, welcomed me back anytime to share a bowl with him and handed me a single pipe stand from under the counter. Nothing fancy, just a cheap plastic one, but it is nicer than the one I did not have, right?
So, thank you Mr. Z., today you earned a new customer and as time goes on perhaps the friendship of a younger individual more than willing to absorb all the information you are willing to share.
Happy smokes gang,
Carbon