Your tobacco isn’t exciting enough. Your tobacco isn’t complex enough. Your tobacco isn’t...
Why in the name of all that’s smooth, cool, tasty, fragrant and relaxing would I want my tobacco to be complex, exciting or demanding?
Look, if I’ve set aside some time to relax, it’s time to lean my head back, blow gently through the nose and melt away life’s daily stressors.
So why in the blessed name of all that’s satisfying, agreeable and pleasing would I put my pipe into something exciting? Strike that, reverse it.. I believe in the lexicon of the psychology of human error, that’s called a “capture or a slip.” I’m sure you’ve all done it.. Ever use the phrase, “walk in the park” and have it come out as “park in the walk? Well, it’s more common than you’d think. Why, just last night, I’d meant to say, “Honey, I love you” but it came out—“You evil, button-pushing sow; you’ve ruined my whole life; should’ve married your sister.” But, I digress...
Whom wants to Fiddle and Fight with their Tobaccos? I’m sure some of you do. You’ll claim the entire process as essential, elemental and requisite to your relaxation, from drying your tobacco on a cookie sheet to your second, never third-wooden match.
Well I say people don’t know how to relax and most kid themselves.
But I’m not gonna be the judge, you are!
Which of the following categories best fits you’re personality?
CHOOSE ONLY ONE!
Type A - Load, light, tamp, relax.
Type B - Fiddle, discern, detect, differentiate, sip bergs.
Type C -Pipe Collector, smoking is secondary to my enjoyment and... Long live the Queen
Type D - Something’s burning under my nose from Breakfast to Bedtime.
Type E - Cellar is maintained at a precise 67.5 and the Governments of 35 Nations will change hands before I’ll ever smoke it.
Type F - Must get me some of that granger, whatever that guy’s been smokin... Make mine a Calabash-full
Why in the name of all that’s smooth, cool, tasty, fragrant and relaxing would I want my tobacco to be complex, exciting or demanding?
Look, if I’ve set aside some time to relax, it’s time to lean my head back, blow gently through the nose and melt away life’s daily stressors.
So why in the blessed name of all that’s satisfying, agreeable and pleasing would I put my pipe into something exciting? Strike that, reverse it.. I believe in the lexicon of the psychology of human error, that’s called a “capture or a slip.” I’m sure you’ve all done it.. Ever use the phrase, “walk in the park” and have it come out as “park in the walk? Well, it’s more common than you’d think. Why, just last night, I’d meant to say, “Honey, I love you” but it came out—“You evil, button-pushing sow; you’ve ruined my whole life; should’ve married your sister.” But, I digress...
Whom wants to Fiddle and Fight with their Tobaccos? I’m sure some of you do. You’ll claim the entire process as essential, elemental and requisite to your relaxation, from drying your tobacco on a cookie sheet to your second, never third-wooden match.
Well I say people don’t know how to relax and most kid themselves.
But I’m not gonna be the judge, you are!
Which of the following categories best fits you’re personality?
CHOOSE ONLY ONE!
Type A - Load, light, tamp, relax.
Type B - Fiddle, discern, detect, differentiate, sip bergs.
Type C -Pipe Collector, smoking is secondary to my enjoyment and... Long live the Queen
Type D - Something’s burning under my nose from Breakfast to Bedtime.
Type E - Cellar is maintained at a precise 67.5 and the Governments of 35 Nations will change hands before I’ll ever smoke it.
Type F - Must get me some of that granger, whatever that guy’s been smokin... Make mine a Calabash-full