It's getting harder and harder to find those old codger blends where the old codgers found them. Well, it's getting harder to find the codger blends without settling for their matches.
As I first started smoking a pipe, it was pouches of Carter Hall. I smoked it in the car because of its smoking properties (load it sme light it, the tobacco will do the rest almost). I had been out of the car for about 2 weeks one stretch, a week of vacation then a week of commuting on the motorcycle. When I got back in the car, it smelled exactly like my grandfather's car. I asked my mother's side about it. Oh of course he smoked a pipe, they said.
A Grabow (from Winston's Drug Store in Auborn, Mass) was forever hanging from his jaw. It got replaced every Christmas with a new tub of Carter Hall. And when he finally retired, all the guys chipped in and got him a Dunhill instead of a gold watch.
He kept this hidden from the grandchildren. I guess he didn't want us to pick up smoking from him like his kids all did. But I remember walking in the woods with him, or fishing, or even just sitting on the porch listening to him tell stories from "the old days" of the 30s and 40s. He was always always fidgeting with a stick or tool or something. I see now he was in places he would usually bring a pipe full of Carter Hall. His mind or body was looking for the pipe and had to settle for the stick.
When I got into my car that day, all those memories came flooding back. Carter Hall became a link to a good man gone too soon.