Debate? What debate. If you want to have a debate about what is detrimental to a pipe, how about human beings? Think about it.
A pipe starts out looking like this:
and winds up looking like this:
And who's responsible for this sorry state of affairs? Human beings, that's who.
Pipes get no respect. Oh sure, everybody talks about their "faithful friend" and how much they love their pipes, all the while subjecting the defenseless victims of their affections to a never ending series of degrading abuse. Pipes are dropped on concrete, off railings, overboard, or in the toilet. They're sat on, run over, banged against concrete, or the sole of a shoe still crusted with Pomeranian poop. Pipes are hit with torches, scarred and burned with lighters and matches, filled with noxious blends of tobacco like Holly's Non Plus Ultra or Germain's Balkan Sobranie. They're charred and fried by fat smiling bearded youtubers smoking like freight trains. They're "accidentally" kicked across a room, slobbered and chewed on by people with garlic breath or left to become chew toys for Fido. Pipes are displayed mercilessly in direct sunlight, like so many fetishistic bimbos, while their stems turn green and their stains fade. Compared to this, water ain't nuthin'.
A pipe starts out looking like this:

and winds up looking like this:

And who's responsible for this sorry state of affairs? Human beings, that's who.
Pipes get no respect. Oh sure, everybody talks about their "faithful friend" and how much they love their pipes, all the while subjecting the defenseless victims of their affections to a never ending series of degrading abuse. Pipes are dropped on concrete, off railings, overboard, or in the toilet. They're sat on, run over, banged against concrete, or the sole of a shoe still crusted with Pomeranian poop. Pipes are hit with torches, scarred and burned with lighters and matches, filled with noxious blends of tobacco like Holly's Non Plus Ultra or Germain's Balkan Sobranie. They're charred and fried by fat smiling bearded youtubers smoking like freight trains. They're "accidentally" kicked across a room, slobbered and chewed on by people with garlic breath or left to become chew toys for Fido. Pipes are displayed mercilessly in direct sunlight, like so many fetishistic bimbos, while their stems turn green and their stains fade. Compared to this, water ain't nuthin'.