Ok, well here we go.
Tom Eltang smooth Arne Jacobsen. Tiny pipe, but I like it fine, as long as Ashdigger doesn't saddle up beside me and make me feel all weird and confused.
It has nice birdseye, but the lighting from my terrace is all wrong in the moment. Otherwise the background is just a lemon tree, and that's not as much fun.
That's the island of Capri, mount Vesuvius in the distance. For anyone offended, it still is active, and maybe it could blow and send a jerk like me to another dimension.
In the distance is some A-hole with too much money to spend who just left port in their $40 million yacht, named Altair. Jesus... help me. I'm going to puke if I see ONE more yacht I can't afford. The nerve of some people.
Editors note: I secretly wished I was invited for a cocktail and feel shame that I am so lame to be overlooked whilst smoking this pipe, trying to project that I am refined and worthy. NOBODY even looked twice. Maybe size does matter...
Editor's editor note: Like Cosmic says, just about anyone can afford a "high end pipe" (unless you're living on the street under a cardboard box, in which case, you should maybe focus on immediate needs first) with some saving and discipline, if that's your jam. And if you're extra careful with cash, you can also smoke them on pretty islands in nice places. I spent most of my time working in forests, for F sake, and know all too well what a logging camp in the armpit of the boreal forest smells like.
Doctor's note: Stop drinking so many Negroni's and looking at an online forum to see when the next Gawith supply may come in. Relax man, and go eat some solid food. They're famous for it here.
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