I have come to the conclusion (which might change tomorrow) that all things are in transition. I’ve had some pipes that draw great one day, and in remembering that I expect it again, to be disappointed. Then when a pipe pulls out a flavor I like in a blend, in remembering that, it disappoints on the next smoke with the exact same tobacco.
But, I live in non consistency. On whims we are always transitioning between our cabin on top of the Blue Ridge, fluctuating Alabama, and the beach. Altitudes, humidities, temperatures, pressures, my own swinging perceptions, attitudes, states of tiredness… hell, did I clean this pipe? Did it cake microscopicly enough to change airflow just enough…
Nothing stays the same, hell… did this company reduce or change the sauce, did this jar get a little more air, did the pipe dry out enough…
You can never step into the same river twice, and you can never smoke the same bowl twice.
Or, maybe it isn’t.
“This pipe is a good smoker” means something different to each of us that says it, probably each time we say it. I don’t place much value in it when I hear it, while also respecting that the person saying probably means it, even if I have no idea what it means.
It’s all Zen, man. All Zen.