We left Ellensburg, Washington for North Carolina to see my wife's grandparents...they both turned 100 years old the same week. On our trip, visited as many tobacconists and pipe stores as allowable. After snow and lighting (at the same time) and plenty of tornado and hail warnings, we arrived in Asheville.
Let me tell you, B&B Tobacconists in Asheville is fantastic. Really homey, warm atmosphere and great variety of blends. Spent too brief a time in the shop before seeing the family, and we hit the road for Virginia, to see my parents. A few okay places, where I had myself a darn good cigar - my first in twenty years - still prefer my Peterson and a bowl of War Horse.
From Northern Virginia, we drove to St. Tikhon's Monastery in northern Pennsylvania, as I'm a deacon in the Orthodox Church and attended seminary here. On our way, my wife (!) said hey, Boswell's on the way. Want to stop there? Well let me tell you.
The most amazing tobacco shop I've ever visited, and probably ever will visit. You see, I'm from the Marxist state of Washington, where there's more weed and vape juice than anything else (probably) and I was floored to see to many rich jars, tins, tobaccos, ashtrays and good men. Real men. Hey, where's your pipe?, they asked. Wait, I can smoke indoors? They laughed and I grabbed my Peterson, and proceeded to stuff it with Countryside. What a BLEND.
Needless to say, I walked out with plenty of leaf and returned to my home state a happy camper. Drove through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan - beautiful, really - to Duluth and finally into North Dakota in 60+ mile an hour winds until landing on our little farm here in Central Washington.
Anyway, visiting Boswells was like visiting Oz, minus the weird little man behind the curtain.
Such a pity every "tobacco" and "pipe" store just sells glass pipes, vape juice (really??) and whatever.
Great trip.
Brought back books, antiques, leaf and smiles.
The best part of the journey, aside from leaving, is coming home.
Let me tell you, B&B Tobacconists in Asheville is fantastic. Really homey, warm atmosphere and great variety of blends. Spent too brief a time in the shop before seeing the family, and we hit the road for Virginia, to see my parents. A few okay places, where I had myself a darn good cigar - my first in twenty years - still prefer my Peterson and a bowl of War Horse.
From Northern Virginia, we drove to St. Tikhon's Monastery in northern Pennsylvania, as I'm a deacon in the Orthodox Church and attended seminary here. On our way, my wife (!) said hey, Boswell's on the way. Want to stop there? Well let me tell you.
The most amazing tobacco shop I've ever visited, and probably ever will visit. You see, I'm from the Marxist state of Washington, where there's more weed and vape juice than anything else (probably) and I was floored to see to many rich jars, tins, tobaccos, ashtrays and good men. Real men. Hey, where's your pipe?, they asked. Wait, I can smoke indoors? They laughed and I grabbed my Peterson, and proceeded to stuff it with Countryside. What a BLEND.
Needless to say, I walked out with plenty of leaf and returned to my home state a happy camper. Drove through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan - beautiful, really - to Duluth and finally into North Dakota in 60+ mile an hour winds until landing on our little farm here in Central Washington.
Anyway, visiting Boswells was like visiting Oz, minus the weird little man behind the curtain.
Such a pity every "tobacco" and "pipe" store just sells glass pipes, vape juice (really??) and whatever.
Great trip.
Brought back books, antiques, leaf and smiles.
The best part of the journey, aside from leaving, is coming home.
