In case it hasn't been obvious, I have a certain predilection for [Peterson] Mark Twain pipes. I was fortunate enough to pick up a couple of special ones several months back: A 1981 smooth, manufactured just after the numbered runs ― and a 1984 (a bit of Orwell to accompany my Twain) smooth ― both, unsmoked.
And that is where my conundrum begins: I can't bring myself to defile the virgin chambers. I know that, logically, a pipe ultimately has one purpose, to be broken in, and compulsively enjoyed ― but, I just feel so dirty.
Now, I'm sure someone would be willing to bear the indiscretion, and break the pipes in on my behalf, but it only seems right that I be their first.
Has anyone else found themselves admiring a pipe, strictly from the shelf? Have you been able to fight your own virtue and debase the memorable find? And, if so, do you have any advice in lessening the sting, when attempting to finally take the plunge?
And that is where my conundrum begins: I can't bring myself to defile the virgin chambers. I know that, logically, a pipe ultimately has one purpose, to be broken in, and compulsively enjoyed ― but, I just feel so dirty.
Now, I'm sure someone would be willing to bear the indiscretion, and break the pipes in on my behalf, but it only seems right that I be their first.
Has anyone else found themselves admiring a pipe, strictly from the shelf? Have you been able to fight your own virtue and debase the memorable find? And, if so, do you have any advice in lessening the sting, when attempting to finally take the plunge?