I ran out of Nightcap. Scary start, I know. I needed more Nightcap. What the Hell am I supposed to do without Nightcap? I finished a funeral service today for a loved church member, cried a little with the family, and hopped in the car. More Nightcap would fix this! So, I headed to my B&M about 45 minutes away. I brought my brother-in-law with me. He's 25 and never been to a tobacconist. We got there and Jerry and I greeted each other as we normally do and we headed back to the pipes and tobaccos. I grabbed my Nightcap and a tin of Presbyterian. Then, I turned my attention to the pipes... just to drool over the Caminetto New Dears. I showed them to my brother-in-law who I've been talking to about them and whispered, "One day..."
Then I noticed those sweet, sweet Arminellis. I love em. I have two already. There's something about the sandblasting on them or how the smoke fans out from the bit into my mouth. They get warm when you smoke them. Friendly warm. Good warm. My wallet started to burn in the back of my slacks. "Jerry," I said, "Open the case."
"Sorry, Reverend. You can't have one."
"Excuse me, Jerry?"
"You have enough. You know what they're like. Not your pipe today."
"Jerry, you're going to sell me one of those pipes," I said. I had a rough day. I wanted one of those pipes.
"Nope. If you want a pipe, you're going to buy this one. I've had it for 7 years sitting here and hiding it waiting for the right person."
He pulled out this bent Ascorti and told me he would give me about 1/3 off the sticker which already unreasonably low because it was priced to sell in 2005. Then he proceeded to pull out the Meershaum I'm going to buy next. Then the Ben Wade that I needed. Next, we looked at some Pipes that were actually made in England so I would know what a proper English pipe smoked like. He talked to me about the need to stop sticking with what I'm comfortable with and branch out and explore. He told me he would set pipes aside and to send my wife and/or parents and/or friends to him and he would hand them the pipe I needed for Christmas and Father's Day and my birthday.
Well, I told my brother-in-law that not a word could be uttered to my wife (his sister) about what he was about to see. I bought the Ascorti. She's going to kill me. But the Wizard had spoken and his spell was cast. I was powerless. We got in the car and my brother-in-law looked at me and said, "When you first told me it would take us an hour or two for you to pick up some tobacco, I thought you were nuts. Now, I totally get why you come here and buy from him instead of other places." We drove home, smoking some Frog Morton on the Bayou (I asked for a Perique recommendation) in my new Ascorti , Nightcap replenished, Escudo coming in, and plenty to think about and reflect on about pipes and tobaccos.
Sorry for the bad picture.
Then I noticed those sweet, sweet Arminellis. I love em. I have two already. There's something about the sandblasting on them or how the smoke fans out from the bit into my mouth. They get warm when you smoke them. Friendly warm. Good warm. My wallet started to burn in the back of my slacks. "Jerry," I said, "Open the case."
"Sorry, Reverend. You can't have one."
"Excuse me, Jerry?"
"You have enough. You know what they're like. Not your pipe today."
"Jerry, you're going to sell me one of those pipes," I said. I had a rough day. I wanted one of those pipes.
"Nope. If you want a pipe, you're going to buy this one. I've had it for 7 years sitting here and hiding it waiting for the right person."
He pulled out this bent Ascorti and told me he would give me about 1/3 off the sticker which already unreasonably low because it was priced to sell in 2005. Then he proceeded to pull out the Meershaum I'm going to buy next. Then the Ben Wade that I needed. Next, we looked at some Pipes that were actually made in England so I would know what a proper English pipe smoked like. He talked to me about the need to stop sticking with what I'm comfortable with and branch out and explore. He told me he would set pipes aside and to send my wife and/or parents and/or friends to him and he would hand them the pipe I needed for Christmas and Father's Day and my birthday.
Well, I told my brother-in-law that not a word could be uttered to my wife (his sister) about what he was about to see. I bought the Ascorti. She's going to kill me. But the Wizard had spoken and his spell was cast. I was powerless. We got in the car and my brother-in-law looked at me and said, "When you first told me it would take us an hour or two for you to pick up some tobacco, I thought you were nuts. Now, I totally get why you come here and buy from him instead of other places." We drove home, smoking some Frog Morton on the Bayou (I asked for a Perique recommendation) in my new Ascorti , Nightcap replenished, Escudo coming in, and plenty to think about and reflect on about pipes and tobaccos.
Sorry for the bad picture.
