If I had 600 million dollars, minus taxes I'd buy the rights to the name Comoy, and set up a pipe production facility in the heart of London, hire and relocate the worlds best carvers and re-establish the House of Comoys. I'd put Michael Parks as chief factory floor supervisor, and put JT Cooke in charge of the sandblasting department. Sykes Wilford would be in charge of distributions. I'd reintroduce all the old lines (Blue Riband, London Pride, Tradition, Grand Slam, Royal Comoy, Old Bruyere, etc.), and give old Dunhill a run on his money. I'd occupy the entire top floor, buy up the worlds Comoys still in circulation, and in private collections, and house a Comoy museum. I'd spend the rest of my days wandering the mahogany lined halls in my smoking jacket, puffing the world's finest Comoys, issuing orders to the factory floor, suppliers and retail , and nursing my huge cellar. Every year on Christmas day I'd issue a fine glossy catalog replete with the world's most glamorous models possing with the Comoy factory offerings. Kevin Godbee would be in charge of model procurement. Oh, and each pipe would carry the three part Comoy C stem inlay on non-oxidizable ebonite. Yep, that's my story and I'm sticking with it.
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