I've already put the wife on notice: "If there's a fire I'm taking the dog and the Nørding. You're on your own."
I bought this pipe sometime around 1967, and it's been a faithful companion, comforter, and object of my affection for over 40 years. Lighting it up, therefore, is something special. More than just a reliable smoker, it is a contact point with my history. Or should I say our history.
It's stamped with a "B", which probably represents Nørding's grading system, that ran from low to high: A B C D & extra at the time this pipe was purchased. Afterwards an F grade was added which, I believe, was/is inferior to the A.
Okay, so the grain is mixed; and not terribly pretty. Neither am I. I suppose that's one of the reasons we've gotten along so well all these years.
I bought this pipe sometime around 1967, and it's been a faithful companion, comforter, and object of my affection for over 40 years. Lighting it up, therefore, is something special. More than just a reliable smoker, it is a contact point with my history. Or should I say our history.








It's stamped with a "B", which probably represents Nørding's grading system, that ran from low to high: A B C D & extra at the time this pipe was purchased. Afterwards an F grade was added which, I believe, was/is inferior to the A.
Okay, so the grain is mixed; and not terribly pretty. Neither am I. I suppose that's one of the reasons we've gotten along so well all these years.