A boy travels through a trail of cedars, down a stone walkway, approaching an English cottage. The boy walks up stone steps towards the door, an old man in brown suit, with vest, and bowtie greets the boy. Cigar in mouth, clouds of smoke drifting around his face, under his tweed driver cap. The old man takes the boy's hand and gives him a long awaited embrace. As time unfolds, the boy grows into a man. Selecting a pipe, after an evening meal. The man decides to open a new tin of pipe tobacco never experienced. From the cellar he has selected a tin of Orlik Dark Strong Kentucky. Loading the pipe and upon first light, he finds himself transported back In time, into the arms of that old man. Smoke drifts up to his nose the smell of sweet cedar, molasses, and anise remind him....of the smell of a grandfather.
