No doubt what I am reflecting on now is something you've long since read. It's old news. But it's new to me and it embodies something that isn't properly called news at all -- something timeless. Something that will make this worth reading again, decades from now.
Wil S. Hylton's 2013 NYT write up,
Tobacco That's So Brooklyn but Made in Belgium (linked)
...regarding Vincent Manil's Semois leaf.
Do any of you know this Mr. Hylton? He wouldn't happen to be a member here, would he?
Well anyway, if you haven't read this, or haven't read it in awhile, I recommend it. I don't recommend it because it's informative -- most of you may know this information -- but because like all great writing it's a bit of stained glass through which something more transcendent than itself shines. It evokes sehnsucht.
Lewis defined sehnsucht as the "inconsolable longing for we know not what."
It conjures something I didn't know I'd forgotten; a world older and more wonderful than I know brushes past my soul, and a deep tranquility flows in and out and through the best eras and places and people on its way to All-Shall-Be-Well.
I suppose that we all associate pipe smoking with different images and narratives -- a grandpa, a farm, an author, a culture, a fictional world, an actor, whatever -- but, this was the first time that tobacco growing and pipe smoking were presented to me with an ambiance so strikingly like that of European wine culture. This Semois farm is put forward almost like a multi-generational vineyard nestled deeply in some nostalgia-inducing corner of Burgundy. It's lovely.
Funnily, I probably wouldn't like Semois! (I don't usually like burley.) But I'm grateful to have read this, regardless.
YMMV, but I hope that you enjoy this as much as I did.
Wil S. Hylton's 2013 NYT write up,
Tobacco That's So Brooklyn but Made in Belgium (linked)
...regarding Vincent Manil's Semois leaf.
Do any of you know this Mr. Hylton? He wouldn't happen to be a member here, would he?
Well anyway, if you haven't read this, or haven't read it in awhile, I recommend it. I don't recommend it because it's informative -- most of you may know this information -- but because like all great writing it's a bit of stained glass through which something more transcendent than itself shines. It evokes sehnsucht.
Lewis defined sehnsucht as the "inconsolable longing for we know not what."
It conjures something I didn't know I'd forgotten; a world older and more wonderful than I know brushes past my soul, and a deep tranquility flows in and out and through the best eras and places and people on its way to All-Shall-Be-Well.
I suppose that we all associate pipe smoking with different images and narratives -- a grandpa, a farm, an author, a culture, a fictional world, an actor, whatever -- but, this was the first time that tobacco growing and pipe smoking were presented to me with an ambiance so strikingly like that of European wine culture. This Semois farm is put forward almost like a multi-generational vineyard nestled deeply in some nostalgia-inducing corner of Burgundy. It's lovely.
Funnily, I probably wouldn't like Semois! (I don't usually like burley.) But I'm grateful to have read this, regardless.
YMMV, but I hope that you enjoy this as much as I did.