1980ish... I was in my mid-20s... then stopped. Maybe another pipe-seizure in my mid-30s which also didn't last more than a couple weeks. Then about 5 years ago, when I was about 55, I picked up one in response to my then college-student son who got one to look more professorish/OxfordDonish sort of thing. And the heaven's opened, beatific visions occurred, and I never stopped or looked back... PLUS, now my son and I are smoking buddies and I couldnt have asked for or expected anything better! (My dad, uncles, grandfather all were pipe men in various seasons of their lives. It's nice to feel the connection to them as well.)