An old photograph with a purpose behind it. Yup, this was my last evening smoke from last night, same cast of characters
(Savinelli Avorio, Autumn Evening) except my yard was foggiy and colorful, rather than the melting slop it is right now. (looks like Spring is on it's way, but up here ya never know - last month mid, it looked like today, and then fast froze.
Roads were dynamite. Sheer ice.)
Having finished my reset marathon with my miniatures, I figured that an evening smoke with an aromatic I'd come to love, with a superb pipe I didn't smoke too often because of it's huge capacity, and I had no intention or desire for a 1 1/2 hour smoke, I took the pipe out of the rack, and the jar of AE out of it's drawer, and discovered I had only enough tobacco for a half-bowl at most.
Like most professionals whose career depends on absolute consistency, I have an anal streak that hasn't disappeared after retirement, unfortunately. So having figured that a "half-bowl" isn't Kosher, I never loaded one before, just topping up what I didn't have in the jar from the tin itself.
"Time to smoke a half-bowl, and break the habit," I mused to myself.
Great decision. Had a half-bowl, and a truly wonderful hour long smoke I shared with the strains of Perotin's "Viderunt Omnes" from the Ars Nova.
Like the ferocious solo violin part from Stravinsky's "L'Histoire du Soldat", the half-bowl and AE are now in my repertoire.
Looking at getting something of that ilk for my upcoming birthday present to myself. Always loved a long stem right from the start. Maybe cause I'm a voracious reader . . . speaking of which, you've got a couple of titles there that are right up my alley! Dead center!! 
