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I see pipe smokers regularly mention a past famlilial influence. My first pipe was a straight Brigham apple my father had to put away when he was forced to get dentures. He was a definite clencher and knocked several teeth out of his plates before he finally gave the pipe up. When I went off to university, the pipe followed suit and we went on to bigger and better things. My father always enjoyed my visits home from school, we would sit on the porch and he would sit downwind of me while I smoked.