I started smoking a pipe in the Autumn of 2006. I was going through the LOTR via audiobook for the first time (many times since). It was the hobbits that made me want to try pipe-smoking.
I was working the night shift and decided to go downtown to the big library before work. This was a regular practice of mine, to score music CDs and books on CD, etc. This was a great time in my life, a sort of personal Renaissance period where learning and curiosity bloomed like it had not done since early boyhood.
On one of these golden afternoons I left the library and walked to the old tobacco shop downtown called Tobacco Lane (RIP). I walked in and the fellow sells me a MM corncob and something out of one of the big jars with a goofy Irish name. I smoked a bowl of that stuff on the drive in to work that day and knew I'd found something wonderful.
But the trouble is, that particular taste of that particular tobacco from that particular season haunts me still. I've still never found anything that tastes that good or hits me like those first days of pipe-smoking did.
Just yesterday I was taking my lunchtime walk and something about the temp, sunlight, etc, made me think of that time. The faint memory of the taste of that first tobacco hit me with a stab of longing. I so wish I could get that back and find something that tasted like that.
Is anyone else still chasing the ghost of his early days with the pipe?
I was working the night shift and decided to go downtown to the big library before work. This was a regular practice of mine, to score music CDs and books on CD, etc. This was a great time in my life, a sort of personal Renaissance period where learning and curiosity bloomed like it had not done since early boyhood.
On one of these golden afternoons I left the library and walked to the old tobacco shop downtown called Tobacco Lane (RIP). I walked in and the fellow sells me a MM corncob and something out of one of the big jars with a goofy Irish name. I smoked a bowl of that stuff on the drive in to work that day and knew I'd found something wonderful.
But the trouble is, that particular taste of that particular tobacco from that particular season haunts me still. I've still never found anything that tastes that good or hits me like those first days of pipe-smoking did.
Just yesterday I was taking my lunchtime walk and something about the temp, sunlight, etc, made me think of that time. The faint memory of the taste of that first tobacco hit me with a stab of longing. I so wish I could get that back and find something that tasted like that.
Is anyone else still chasing the ghost of his early days with the pipe?
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