This claw is the catalyst to reinvigorating my enjoyment of pipes and pipe smoking after a 22 year break.
A year ago I attended the Peaks and Pours bourbon festival in Colorado Springs. After several hours of sampling some amazing whiskey’s I found myself with a whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other, perusing pipes at the meerschaum booth. Never having delved deep enough into pipe smoking in my youth, I wasn’t familiar with meerschaum pipes. While the consummate salesman behind the tables extolled the virtues of meerschaum, this claw caught my eye. Immediately it had to be mine and I left that day with a new pipe, a couple cigars, and several bottles of bourbon.
Upon waking up the next morning, with a slight headache, I saw the amazing claw I now possessed. With the claw was the receipt showing the horror of what I paid for my first new pipe in over two decades. I may have crumpled and destroyed that tattletale piece of paper before my wife could see the depth of my inebriated free spending.
Since that purchase, I have succumbed to the disease of collecting pipes and tins of tobacco. As part of my collection I have this gorgeous, massive claw pipe that I have yet to put tobac in. I am tempted but the bowl is .8” wide and 2.25” deep. I don’t have eight hours straight to smoke a full bowl. If the power goes out this winter maybe I will fill it up and use it as a furnace to heat the house. The family huddled around me, hands held close to the bowl, while I puff away.
A year ago I attended the Peaks and Pours bourbon festival in Colorado Springs. After several hours of sampling some amazing whiskey’s I found myself with a whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other, perusing pipes at the meerschaum booth. Never having delved deep enough into pipe smoking in my youth, I wasn’t familiar with meerschaum pipes. While the consummate salesman behind the tables extolled the virtues of meerschaum, this claw caught my eye. Immediately it had to be mine and I left that day with a new pipe, a couple cigars, and several bottles of bourbon.
Upon waking up the next morning, with a slight headache, I saw the amazing claw I now possessed. With the claw was the receipt showing the horror of what I paid for my first new pipe in over two decades. I may have crumpled and destroyed that tattletale piece of paper before my wife could see the depth of my inebriated free spending.
Since that purchase, I have succumbed to the disease of collecting pipes and tins of tobacco. As part of my collection I have this gorgeous, massive claw pipe that I have yet to put tobac in. I am tempted but the bowl is .8” wide and 2.25” deep. I don’t have eight hours straight to smoke a full bowl. If the power goes out this winter maybe I will fill it up and use it as a furnace to heat the house. The family huddled around me, hands held close to the bowl, while I puff away.
