Sometimes a boy from Bug Tussle sees all the pipes that learned and published Professors own that might have been selected by Lord (soon to be Baron) Inverchapel in 1946 when he left his shockingly young and ravishingly beautiful rich Chilean aristocrat wife Lady (later Baroness) Maria Teresa Dia Salas Lira go shopping while he bought two of the finest London made $15 pipes in Idaho.
Jealousy is a false mistress, and envy was the motive for the first slaying of our brother. Yet every so often I am despite my buckets full of better pipes that Baron Archibald John Clark Kerr could dream of made of ancient, oil cured, aged, unstained, unvarnished, and unpainted Pre 54 Algerian briar by The Seven Carvers supervised by Louis Cowan at Bob and Helen Marx’s New York City works and crippled soldiers laboring at Bertram’s in the shadow of the Capitol dome at the District of Columbia, I get a jealous heart.
So I rummage through my buckets and smoke my NOT FOR SALE White Spot Giant Wellington with an oval shank with water well and specially drilled condensing chamber in the stem full of Autumn Evening.
I can guarantee this is one pipe that was never retailed as a Dunhill, beyond any doubt.
Until another one turns up, I’d reckon this is a lunch box special.
( Here Charles, the button is bad on this one)



Here’s to you, First Baron of Inverchapel, wherever you are in heaven.
He wore really nice suits, you know?
