Exactly one month ago, I was walking through a local park and smelled a delicious smell that immediately took me to my grandfather's workshop and being told I wasn't wasn't man enough to touch the tools yet :lol:.
I did what any self respecting generation Y member does and high tailed it home, fired up the google and typed everything had has the word pipe in the search box, how to smoke one, what kind to get etc etc.
After soaking in all the information my brain could handle, unfortunately without finding this fine site
, I made my decision and ran to the local B&M to pick up my new MM Cob because after all, I'm coming from 11 year cigarette habit, I might not like it, unfamiliarity with pipe techniques would most definitely cause a blow out.
Walk in and head to the bulk tobacco and grab a 2oz bag of Cherry Cordial (because every one likes cherry right?) and head to the mountains of pipes on the wall. Reach for the MM legend and my brain immediately blue screens and the only thought I can think of is "Do I want to live in Alabama and be seen smoking a Cob everywhere I go!" I grab a Calabresi Bent Apple that catches my eye, inspect it, and the friendly gent behind the counter answers all my questions and I head to the house.
Long story short, 2 Cobs, 2 Petersons, an extremely lighter wallet, and a week long fried tongue due to overindulgence and pallet overload, I find myself with that giddy smile of ....contentment?? calm?? "input your own adjective". I post here because after trying to explain this to my fiance and RL friends, I think this is where it will be understood.
Thanks for the stories, comradery, and the general ......"input your own adjective"
I did what any self respecting generation Y member does and high tailed it home, fired up the google and typed everything had has the word pipe in the search box, how to smoke one, what kind to get etc etc.
After soaking in all the information my brain could handle, unfortunately without finding this fine site
, I made my decision and ran to the local B&M to pick up my new MM Cob because after all, I'm coming from 11 year cigarette habit, I might not like it, unfamiliarity with pipe techniques would most definitely cause a blow out.Walk in and head to the bulk tobacco and grab a 2oz bag of Cherry Cordial (because every one likes cherry right?) and head to the mountains of pipes on the wall. Reach for the MM legend and my brain immediately blue screens and the only thought I can think of is "Do I want to live in Alabama and be seen smoking a Cob everywhere I go!" I grab a Calabresi Bent Apple that catches my eye, inspect it, and the friendly gent behind the counter answers all my questions and I head to the house.
Long story short, 2 Cobs, 2 Petersons, an extremely lighter wallet, and a week long fried tongue due to overindulgence and pallet overload, I find myself with that giddy smile of ....contentment?? calm?? "input your own adjective". I post here because after trying to explain this to my fiance and RL friends, I think this is where it will be understood.
Thanks for the stories, comradery, and the general ......"input your own adjective"
