Well this is my very first post so I guess this is me introducing myself to you all. I just broke in my first pipe and i must say im elated. It's like graduating from having intercourse the first couple of times to making real love. You start out putzing around with it burning your tongue, relighting it over and over, ramming the tamp, pulling too hard and too often making billows of bitter smoke and end up wondering what the fuss is all about. But like sex you persist because first of all you've got this new device anyway so you might as well get your money's worth and secondly, you know its got great potential. You start to take your time, relax, enjoy the smoke, finish that slow bowl and tamp like a butterfly. Then it happens, all of the sudden the flavor of the smoke transforms I think it's impossible to debate it, sweet and nutty, how could this be? I was smoking this thing for weeks not really understanding what I was doing it for and now, I get it, this is the beginning of a life long affair. Virgin pipes beware.
I started smoking a pipe not long ago while in Brazil taking a little life hiatus. It didn't take long for me to find that same kind of fondness of pipe smoking that has brought you all here. Suffice it to say I was in a place where no one smokes a pipe anymore but I found one of the nameless sort and bought a pouch borkum riff light the best imported tobacco in town. This held me over until I got to Rio and searched high and low until I found the only store in town with estate pipes where I purchased a little savinelli moka half bent apple and a pouch of captain black white (a major upgrade from the riff in my opinion). It was a pleasure to get a nice pipe with good draw that was comfortable on the jaw not to mention pleasant to the eye, the only unused estate in the store to boot. Anyway, that's my story, yesterday I walked along the Brazilian side of the iguazu falls smoking my pipe with my wonderful girlfriend looking at these incredible massive waterfalls in the middle of a tropical jungle that make poor old Niagra look like a sprinkler and I thought.....I just ran out of tobacco didn't I
I'd love to read about some of your first pipe memories if you guys aren't sick of writing about them.
I started smoking a pipe not long ago while in Brazil taking a little life hiatus. It didn't take long for me to find that same kind of fondness of pipe smoking that has brought you all here. Suffice it to say I was in a place where no one smokes a pipe anymore but I found one of the nameless sort and bought a pouch borkum riff light the best imported tobacco in town. This held me over until I got to Rio and searched high and low until I found the only store in town with estate pipes where I purchased a little savinelli moka half bent apple and a pouch of captain black white (a major upgrade from the riff in my opinion). It was a pleasure to get a nice pipe with good draw that was comfortable on the jaw not to mention pleasant to the eye, the only unused estate in the store to boot. Anyway, that's my story, yesterday I walked along the Brazilian side of the iguazu falls smoking my pipe with my wonderful girlfriend looking at these incredible massive waterfalls in the middle of a tropical jungle that make poor old Niagra look like a sprinkler and I thought.....I just ran out of tobacco didn't I
I'd love to read about some of your first pipe memories if you guys aren't sick of writing about them.
