One of my favorite moments happened only just today. Got to smoke a couple pipes while drinking decaf coffee and Balvenie 12 year out on the Hilton Anatole’s smoking patio in Dallas with my wife. Started raining and was fortunate enough to see the stragglers from the pool sprinting back to the hotel hooting and hollering. One little girl, maybe five years old, shrieked “this is my favorite outfit!!”
It was a nice rain, one of those sweet, fragrant summertime rains that doesn’t really mean any harm. I feel like I must owe someone a debt for feeling this good. Both smokes were my own Red Virginia and Perique mix; first out of the first briar pipe I ever owned, the little Peterson junior lovat with the nickel band, and later the Pete emerald rusticated 106, a fine pipe in its own right, in my opinion. I’ve resolved to press this blend of mine into a cake, and age it for ten years or so. I think it might have some legs on it. Louis Prima is in my head, singing “Lucky-me lucky-me lucky-me… I’m in love.”
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