Atlanta, like everywhere else, is a pipe tobacco desert. We have two cigar shops on every corner, but the only pipe tobaccoasis in this city was Puff n' Stuff in Tucker. For years, I drove by it every time I went to see my dad, and I fed the TAD monster whether I needed anything or not. It was the only store where I could find any rarity like Sobranie or Esoterica. I later earned the honor and privilege of checking out their back closet, and I built a cellar that broke over two houses.
I dropped in to see my dad today, and made my usual pit stop. The hanging tins were gone, the wall of GLP and C&D was empty, and they rocked a total of 6 1/3-empty jars of bulk Lane and Stokkebye. I was stunned. I didn't know what to do. I just looked at the owner, who I've known for a decade now, and asked if this was permanent. He just looked at me, and I couldn't do anything but shake his hand and thank him for the good times. I left.
Son of a bitch. Long live Puff n' Stuff.
I dropped in to see my dad today, and made my usual pit stop. The hanging tins were gone, the wall of GLP and C&D was empty, and they rocked a total of 6 1/3-empty jars of bulk Lane and Stokkebye. I was stunned. I didn't know what to do. I just looked at the owner, who I've known for a decade now, and asked if this was permanent. He just looked at me, and I couldn't do anything but shake his hand and thank him for the good times. I left.
Son of a bitch. Long live Puff n' Stuff.