Let’s see ... Currently taking advantage of the plague to work “from home” in southern New Hampshire, though I’m a Massachusetts resident and a Missouri native. Sitting in my backyard watching the sun go down over a little mountain called Skatutakee (hence the handle). Discovered a taste for cigars in my 20s (I’m well into my 50s now), and still love them. Have tried multiple times to take to piping, and over the last few years it finally took. (You know what I think made the difference? I stopped asking pipes to be cigars-but-different, and let myself enjoy them for what they are). So now I really love a good aromatic, because (I conclude) it is about as far away from cigar world as possible? (But then why do I love that whiff of cigar in Eileen’s Dream?) My humidor is sadly neglected lately (summer will change that ... my Avos are starting to call to me ...), but my old pipes are getting a workout (and a fair number of new siblings). Most of my pipes hew close to the bent billiard, but I just fell in love with the cutest little bulldog...