In a box I found two Dr Grabow pipes and a Falcon.
Plus some tobacco.
Five Brothers in a modern production small Harry Hosterman size Dr Grabow Golden Duke, with all the varnish stripped and beautified with Butcher Block food grade mineral oil.
Dr Grabow forgot how to make a bad pipe. They are all good.

Harry would cake his up the thickness of a dime, so he could get a full week out of one can of Prince Albert.
Beyond the sunset, I know Harry is playing his mandolin and Chris is on the fiddle, and Alva is on the Dobro, while the air is scented with the intoxicating smell of Prince Albert, with huge fox hounds asleep in lumps under the oak trees.