I'm hating this pipe smoking caper at the moment. How beginners get past the initial "economical buy of everything" is a mystery to me, it's enough to make anyone throw in the towel.
All I have is a dinky, cheap and nasty Meerschaum toy of a thing that despite being new the bloody stem keeps wanting to come adrift, and the most hideous Borkum Riff baccies on the planet(two varieties, if you can call 'em that, 'coz they're both as bad as each other).
The bowl of this pipe thing is about the size of what people who smoke green stuff use, so it's as good as tits on a bull, the baccy tastes like dried, reconstituted bat poo and smells like burning cow dung.
I've sent an emergency message to He Who Must Not Be Obeyed telling him to get his sorry ass into the ONLY damn pipe shop in this entire city of some millions of people at lunch time to beg them for small samples of aromatics and anything else they consider a cut above commercial crap. Further to that, I can't stop singing the song, "Please Mr Postman, look and see, is there a parcel, a parcel for me?" The wait for all these briar pipes is killing me, I wake up every morning feeling like I have to practice with the shittiest stuff in the world and it's beyond depressing. I now don't believe beginners should start with anything cheap, especially revolting tobacco, in order to see if they'll like it, 'coz guaranteed they won't!
All I have is a dinky, cheap and nasty Meerschaum toy of a thing that despite being new the bloody stem keeps wanting to come adrift, and the most hideous Borkum Riff baccies on the planet(two varieties, if you can call 'em that, 'coz they're both as bad as each other).
The bowl of this pipe thing is about the size of what people who smoke green stuff use, so it's as good as tits on a bull, the baccy tastes like dried, reconstituted bat poo and smells like burning cow dung.
I've sent an emergency message to He Who Must Not Be Obeyed telling him to get his sorry ass into the ONLY damn pipe shop in this entire city of some millions of people at lunch time to beg them for small samples of aromatics and anything else they consider a cut above commercial crap. Further to that, I can't stop singing the song, "Please Mr Postman, look and see, is there a parcel, a parcel for me?" The wait for all these briar pipes is killing me, I wake up every morning feeling like I have to practice with the shittiest stuff in the world and it's beyond depressing. I now don't believe beginners should start with anything cheap, especially revolting tobacco, in order to see if they'll like it, 'coz guaranteed they won't!