Just four miles from my home I have what must be one of the prettiest tobacco and pipe shops around. Situated in a perfectly preserved rail station dating back when steam locomotives was only just getting off the ground. The shop itself is in a former ticket office made of old oak beams taken from old sailing battleships. Entering the shop is like stepping into a time machine. The shop, along with the old station is what we refer to as a listed building. You cannot bang a nail into anything, nothing can be changed. The shop will remain as it stands until the sun explodes. Inside they have over two hundred jars of pipe tobaccos, and just as many tins of tobaccos as well. Buying loose tobacco from a jar is a ritual at this shop, they unscrew the lid and insist you smell the aroma before buying.
The tobacco that I have fell in love with is Windsor Breeze, a blend only found in this awesome shop. The tobacco has a sweet and somewhat fruity fragrance that has a mild and soothing taste. The tobacco has some unique properties that I have never found anywhere else. When the jar is first open it fills the shop with an aroma only found in a spring meadow. The tobacco at the top of the jar has a slight springy texture which is slightly moist to touch. The colours of the tobacco are black with many shades of golden brown. It is a pretty tobacco in taste, aroma and colours. As the tobacco slowly gets used it develops a very slight sticky texture around the half empty mark. Windsor Breeze is a tobacco that matures well, and if I’m lucky enough to buy the tobacco from the bottom of the jar, I will have a tobacco that has evolved to reach its full potential. For me I have found the tobacco I have only ever dreamed of, one that puts my thoughts in an old armchair next to a log fire. When I buy from this awesome shop it isn’t because I need anything, I buy from this shop just so I can see how far down the jar my Windsor Breeze has gone. That last bit at the bottom is priceless. I smoke mine in a Ashton Sovereign full bent with a Dublin bowl. How perfect can life be.