As you see, Iwan Ries is about it. In days of yore, there were more. Even my little town adjacent to the city limits, Park Ridge, had a small but fairly elaborate Park Ridge Pipe Shop with (if I remember) a resident carver, high end pipes, house blends, and an ardent and omnipresent clientele some of whom almost lived there. Gone with the wind. If it were open today, it would be worth a railroad commute to visit.