One of my wifes brothers found an old pipe of their father and recently gave it to us. Her father passed
away in 1975 when she was just a teenager. He was a gold miner here in Colombia back in the day and she said she always remembered him smoking this pipe while loading his mules. This particular pipe he
started smoking when he was in his 20s. Lord knows what this pipe has seen and where it's been. I've
cleaned it the best I can. There is just something special about being able to smoke this wonderful
pipe.
Now the kicker. In the leather bag with the pipe was another small bag of tobacco that had been there
since he passed in '75. I haven't smoked it yet, not even sure if I will. Right now it just doesn't
feel right but maybe in the future. For now, I'll enjoy his pipe and hope he's looking down with a smile on his face.
And BTW, it smokes absolutely beautiful.
away in 1975 when she was just a teenager. He was a gold miner here in Colombia back in the day and she said she always remembered him smoking this pipe while loading his mules. This particular pipe he
started smoking when he was in his 20s. Lord knows what this pipe has seen and where it's been. I've
cleaned it the best I can. There is just something special about being able to smoke this wonderful
pipe.
Now the kicker. In the leather bag with the pipe was another small bag of tobacco that had been there
since he passed in '75. I haven't smoked it yet, not even sure if I will. Right now it just doesn't
feel right but maybe in the future. For now, I'll enjoy his pipe and hope he's looking down with a smile on his face.
And BTW, it smokes absolutely beautiful.