Hello, and Merry Christmas to all... Peace on earth to all men of good will.
Since I started smoking and blending my own special mixture, I have enjoyed the routine and experience of smoking my pipe(s). I didn't enjoy every bowlful when I was less discerning, and still searching and sampling around for that "go to" blend....that 'special" blend that would strip my gears every time I light up. Eureka!...I made it, and so I found it, and now I smoke it....and those less-than-satisfying old days, are over. Now....it's all good.
However, since I could, but will not, smoke in my home, (I hate the smell of old, stale smoke, and stench of rank pipe cleaners/ashtrays), I only manage to smoke one or two bowls a day, sometimes not even that. I smoke a very large pipe, and it takes a good hour+ for each smoking session. I hate being vexed by trivial problems and interruptions while smoking, so I have to pick and chose where and when I light up. Not easy to do living in NYC- with its bitter, freeing-cold, broiling hot weather cycles, and constant nerve-jarring noise. To get away from it all, I need to drive a few miles away, to a quiet spot, overlooking the Long Island Sound. There... I can kick back, smoke my pipe, watch the seagulls catching those balmy breezes, effortlessly drifting by.... while crapping on my car windows. Nirvana!
I'm generally a solitary smoker, and enjoy some contemplative, quiet time, without all the inane yapping that usually intrudes when smoking with others. So, I really can't sit in my living room, whip it out, and light up when ever the bug bites me. I'm fine with this. It forces me to enjoy my smokes when I do get to occasion to sit back, relax and light up my favorite pipe-du-jour. Sometimes, less is more.
Ever notice how your newest, "I-just-gotta-have-it", pipe....quickly becomes your "favorite" pipe! ....and just as quickly, gets dropped for the old, well used, stand-by pipe that you've been smoking for years? Some pipes punch you in the face, some kick you in the groin, forcing you to take them home....but others gently sing their hymns of praise, and in the end, will always be your humble friends.