Sometimes that light bulb over my head flashes to life when I least expect it to....and I slap myself on the forehead with a; “Dang, why didn’t think of that before?” “Man I’m stupid!”
It happened just yesterday, and it's my hope that perhaps this thread might help someone here.
My wife, like many I assume, reluctantly tolerates what little pipe smoke she’s exposed to in her own home but doesn’t complain. As she’s said many times,; “Honey, it’s your home too.”
Our children are grown and gone now, and the two extra bedrooms in our house were changed into; (1) A well used guest room, and (2) the most awesome of “Man-caves.”
The Man cave is occasionally a smoking room in the dead of winter, not very often but perhaps three or bowlfuls a week are enjoyed from the big fluffy recliner in front of the Man-cave TV.
My wife never complains as I said but I do wish I could smoke whenever I wanted to in my seclusion, but even I detest the smell of the stale smoke that’s hanging in the air when I return to the closed up room following a short absence.
Then yesterday it dawned on me that one of those little fart-fans sold for bathrooms might just be the ticket.
But I thought of trying to contemplate the complexities of modern life while enjoying a sweet bowl of my favorite English blend with that tiny fan roaring over my head and realized; “That ain’t gonna work!”.
I dug around on the old internet and after a few hours of research came up with the following solution:
A nice looking dampered vent connected to 10 feet of insulated flex duct up in the attic, on the end of which is 170cfm in-line centrifugal fan.
All for less than $200 and an afternoon’s work.
I’m looking so much forward to not standing in the cold cold garage, but instead laying in my big fluffy recliner in a warm quiet room.
It happened just yesterday, and it's my hope that perhaps this thread might help someone here.
My wife, like many I assume, reluctantly tolerates what little pipe smoke she’s exposed to in her own home but doesn’t complain. As she’s said many times,; “Honey, it’s your home too.”
Our children are grown and gone now, and the two extra bedrooms in our house were changed into; (1) A well used guest room, and (2) the most awesome of “Man-caves.”
The Man cave is occasionally a smoking room in the dead of winter, not very often but perhaps three or bowlfuls a week are enjoyed from the big fluffy recliner in front of the Man-cave TV.
My wife never complains as I said but I do wish I could smoke whenever I wanted to in my seclusion, but even I detest the smell of the stale smoke that’s hanging in the air when I return to the closed up room following a short absence.
Then yesterday it dawned on me that one of those little fart-fans sold for bathrooms might just be the ticket.
But I thought of trying to contemplate the complexities of modern life while enjoying a sweet bowl of my favorite English blend with that tiny fan roaring over my head and realized; “That ain’t gonna work!”.
I dug around on the old internet and after a few hours of research came up with the following solution:
A nice looking dampered vent connected to 10 feet of insulated flex duct up in the attic, on the end of which is 170cfm in-line centrifugal fan.
All for less than $200 and an afternoon’s work.
I’m looking so much forward to not standing in the cold cold garage, but instead laying in my big fluffy recliner in a warm quiet room.
