Three years ago I sold about a hundred and fifty pipes from my stash.
If it wasn’t a Lee, or a pre war Kaywoodie, or a name brand nice pipe, it went to a new home. I cleaned every one with Everclear, oiled them with olive oil, then waxed them with beeswax, and packed them in bulk pipe tobacco.
A fellow in New York was one of my best customers, and the only one to return a pipe. He said it smoked hot at the bottom.
It was a post war Kaywoodie 500, and I agreed with him, at the bottom it hadn’t been broken in yet.
I kept it. Of course I refunded his money, plus his postage.
He gave me the most glowing seller’s rating of all.
But I never sold a known bad smoker.
Those went to the trash.
In buying pipes, over the last twenty years I’ve been flat out cheated a very few times, hardly any.
Those pipes adorn one of my office credenza shelves.
I’m going to toss them tomorrow.
After I’m gone I don’t want my kids peddling bad pipes, you know?