Old Joe Krantz original in a Scott Klein straight blast prince, a nice gritty blend in a small pipe. Celebrating my dad's memory, my original pipe smoking mentor with his Granger from the foil pouch and only owning one pipe at a time. I think he'd look around my study and pinch up his face and ask, "What do you need with all these pipes?" Indeed.
The old WWII minesweeper skipper built a pram (flat nosed dingy) sailboat in the basement, with teak gunnels and bright blue hull with a bright red sail, that we enjoyed carting around car-top for decades. He'd sail it smoking his pipe and showing off looping a clove hitch from his Boy Scout days around the pier uprights. He also did nifty rope work for the swing set he built out of wood for the yard, and an ornamental "monkey fist" he used as a key fob.
He always planted a flower garden and liked to pluck a marigold or other small blossom for a boutonniere. He kept wearing his broad brimmed fedora after the narrow brims came into style so his buddies called him "Cowboy." As I often note, he departed life at 89 1/2 licensed to drive without glasses.
HawkeyeLinus, that puppy is a heart throb. You'll miss her just dog-sitting for her.