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I've had a busy weekend, some of which involved cleaning up some pipes I've had waiting around for some time now - most of this was done in the evenings once the outside work was done for the day. Well, by lunchtime today I'd caught up with everything and decided it was the perfect time to sit down in the sun for a couple of hours and try one of my newly cleaned up treasures.
So, I made a giant mug of tea, selected the pipe, decided on the tobacco and headed for the garden. The pipe I chose was a rather nice old Meer I recently acquired, but did not hold out much hope for as a smoker (the draw was quite tight, not something I'm overly enamoured with as a rule) - but, I figured that, if it didn't work out, I had time to select another and try again.
The tobacco of choice was Murray's Warrior Plug, a bit of a favourite, as it is a reliable smoke for any occasion. I sliced a few flakes, prepped 'em, loaded the pipe and set in for the long haul, or, as I expected, the quick sprint, before changing for another....
I lit up, sat back, sipped tea, let the sun change all my fat cells to vitamin D, sipped more tea, sipped smoke.........sublime smoke. Warrior had never tasted this good, sweet, tangy, smooth, full bodied, cool, and tantalising. I sipped more tea, sat further back into the chair, admired my Meer, queried all my preconceptions about a pipes draw, and drifted off into sunny heaven for an hour and a half. A few relights, the odd tamp, and bit of a stir near the end, and then fine ash (first time in a long time). I heaved a very contented sigh. Looked at my pipe, a new, firm friend - my new Plug Pipe, for Warrior and Yaughtsman.
It has a deep conical chamber, a gorgeous orific bit, and the perfect draw - feels good in the hand and is easy on the eye - and, being Meer, it's ready to go again as soon as I finish the bowl. It really does not get any better than this - it's the little things, the small pleasures, when they all come together to form that moment of perfection, that make life just dandy.
The pipe:
So, I made a giant mug of tea, selected the pipe, decided on the tobacco and headed for the garden. The pipe I chose was a rather nice old Meer I recently acquired, but did not hold out much hope for as a smoker (the draw was quite tight, not something I'm overly enamoured with as a rule) - but, I figured that, if it didn't work out, I had time to select another and try again.
The tobacco of choice was Murray's Warrior Plug, a bit of a favourite, as it is a reliable smoke for any occasion. I sliced a few flakes, prepped 'em, loaded the pipe and set in for the long haul, or, as I expected, the quick sprint, before changing for another....
I lit up, sat back, sipped tea, let the sun change all my fat cells to vitamin D, sipped more tea, sipped smoke.........sublime smoke. Warrior had never tasted this good, sweet, tangy, smooth, full bodied, cool, and tantalising. I sipped more tea, sat further back into the chair, admired my Meer, queried all my preconceptions about a pipes draw, and drifted off into sunny heaven for an hour and a half. A few relights, the odd tamp, and bit of a stir near the end, and then fine ash (first time in a long time). I heaved a very contented sigh. Looked at my pipe, a new, firm friend - my new Plug Pipe, for Warrior and Yaughtsman.
It has a deep conical chamber, a gorgeous orific bit, and the perfect draw - feels good in the hand and is easy on the eye - and, being Meer, it's ready to go again as soon as I finish the bowl. It really does not get any better than this - it's the little things, the small pleasures, when they all come together to form that moment of perfection, that make life just dandy.
The pipe: