An old friend died last April after a rough winter facing a serious medical situation. 
We shot competitively in high power rifle matches and often smoked pipes on our drive to/from distant matches. Although he was 78 and I am 52, we had much in common and he had become a good friend over the years.
A week ago his widow called and wanted me to drop by for a visit. I had intended to do this anyway, but her call was a nice surprise and I went last Sunday. She had been going through some of her husband's things and wanted me to have his "left over" tobacco. She had it bagged in two plastic Wal-Mart sacks on the kitchen table and thought I should take it since she knew of no family member that smoked a pipe. I thanked her for the gesture and we had a nice visit.
In the car, on the way home, I peeked inside the sacks and was surprised at what I'd found.
I have four tins of Deep Woods from '08.
I have five tins of Escudo from 2003.
I have two tins of 3 Oaks from 2009.
I have five tins of 3 Oaks Syrian from 2008.
I have three tin of No. 22 Virginia from 2003.
I have one tin of Royal Cajun from 2009.
Pretty nice stash ol' Roger had. I wished he would have smoked it rather than save it for someone else. It saddens me a little to think that he invested the money in nice blends and the time to age them, but didn't get to enjoy the reward.
I came home and looked at my own cellar and couldn't help but think, "Who the heck am I saving this stuff for?".
I can't really think of anything else to say, but this has been bothering me all week.
I'd be interested in hearing any thoughts.
We shot competitively in high power rifle matches and often smoked pipes on our drive to/from distant matches. Although he was 78 and I am 52, we had much in common and he had become a good friend over the years.A week ago his widow called and wanted me to drop by for a visit. I had intended to do this anyway, but her call was a nice surprise and I went last Sunday. She had been going through some of her husband's things and wanted me to have his "left over" tobacco. She had it bagged in two plastic Wal-Mart sacks on the kitchen table and thought I should take it since she knew of no family member that smoked a pipe. I thanked her for the gesture and we had a nice visit.
In the car, on the way home, I peeked inside the sacks and was surprised at what I'd found.
I have four tins of Deep Woods from '08.
I have five tins of Escudo from 2003.
I have two tins of 3 Oaks from 2009.
I have five tins of 3 Oaks Syrian from 2008.
I have three tin of No. 22 Virginia from 2003.
I have one tin of Royal Cajun from 2009.
Pretty nice stash ol' Roger had. I wished he would have smoked it rather than save it for someone else. It saddens me a little to think that he invested the money in nice blends and the time to age them, but didn't get to enjoy the reward.
I came home and looked at my own cellar and couldn't help but think, "Who the heck am I saving this stuff for?".
I can't really think of anything else to say, but this has been bothering me all week.
I'd be interested in hearing any thoughts.
