I share this with you. Before I even knew that such a thing was called an "estate pipe" I bought a pipe at an antique shop in Missouri (quite possible Hermann, for those who might care), and from the get-go it was an incredible smoker. 45-minute smokes by someone who didn't really know what he was doing (me!) were the norm. And now that I've returned (again) to smoking, I CANNOT FIND IT. Along with the first pipe I ever bought, which was as bad a smoker as that Mizzou antique one was terrific. (My Zippo lighter likely lies with them, somewhere, too.)Somewhere, in a box long forgotten, I have the first one I ever bought, but I'll be damned if I can find it.
Misery (or Missouri) loves company.