Last month I was in Italy for work and managed to take a day to make the drive out to the coast to Pesaro, home of several pipe makers including Mastro de Paja. I had written to Maurizio and received a warm invitation to visit the factory. As the factory is in a huge industrial park, I managed not to be able to locate their shops; Marizio walked out to lead me in. Up a flight of stairs, past photos of the original Mastro, of Pavarotti smoking a Mastro de Paja, and I was in to the main office and introduced to Alberto, the current Mastro. We talked for a while and then Maurizio took me downstairs into the factory. It was a quiet day, only a few employees around. Maurizio showed me the various workstations, some strange experimental pipes (like the giant in the photo) as well as some bejeweled pipes worth a fortune. He is shown holding up a spectacular straight grain. (Not sure it was up to "Unica" standards but it was perfect enough for even my eye to see.) Maurizio also showed me some of their other works, humidors, desk accessories, a wide variety of things they have fabricated over the years. After the tour, Alberto had me sit with him in his office and enjoy a smoke. He gave me two tins of MdP tobacco; fortunately, i'd been in London earlier this year and had a nearly new tin of one of JJ Foxx's blends that I gave to him. Nice moment. Alberto taught me a better way of keeping my pipe lit (making much use of the tamper) and I've been using it ever since. HIs office was lined along two walls with display cupboards and cabinets. He let me look and look and look and I ended up buying a moderate 2D (pictured). I like the square shank. The whole trip was great and I am still amazed at Maurizio and Alberto's kindness to spend an hour and a half with me.
But if that weren't enough... The last photo is of me outside a charming tabacchi in Florence, right next to the Duomo. The gentleman, I believe his name is Giovanni, was exceptionally kind and did a great job of trying to sell me a sardinian pipe made by a sardinian from sardinian briar... for contemplating that aloud the Mrs. gave me a withering raised eyebrow. No sardinian briar this trip. But did pick up a tin of DaVinci, seemed only appropriate. Uh, but it is blended and packaged in Germany, nevermind.
But if that weren't enough... The last photo is of me outside a charming tabacchi in Florence, right next to the Duomo. The gentleman, I believe his name is Giovanni, was exceptionally kind and did a great job of trying to sell me a sardinian pipe made by a sardinian from sardinian briar... for contemplating that aloud the Mrs. gave me a withering raised eyebrow. No sardinian briar this trip. But did pick up a tin of DaVinci, seemed only appropriate. Uh, but it is blended and packaged in Germany, nevermind.