Smoked an excellent bowl of Germain's Brown Flake late this afternoon, but the fact that I was running out of milk started to bug me - would there be enough for my morning tea tomorrow? Milkanoia.
Eventually, had to scratch that itch, emptied the ashes, got my shoes and socks on people (perhaps an occasional python boot) and out into the cold to buy milk. I wasn't gone long, ten minutes. I came back indoors to the warmth and the room of my last smoke and the aroma hit me, the room note.
Oh how I love that, the smell of the aftermath of a decent blend. Cigarettes are crass and unpleasant in comparison, the fallout cloud of pipe virginia is magical, pleasing, raises the spirits. I'm seldom aware of it until I exit and return, it needs contrast to be apparent. When this situation arises, I truly appreciate it.
Anyone else have this kink?
Eventually, had to scratch that itch, emptied the ashes, got my shoes and socks on people (perhaps an occasional python boot) and out into the cold to buy milk. I wasn't gone long, ten minutes. I came back indoors to the warmth and the room of my last smoke and the aroma hit me, the room note.
Oh how I love that, the smell of the aftermath of a decent blend. Cigarettes are crass and unpleasant in comparison, the fallout cloud of pipe virginia is magical, pleasing, raises the spirits. I'm seldom aware of it until I exit and return, it needs contrast to be apparent. When this situation arises, I truly appreciate it.
Anyone else have this kink?





