Sorry if this is not funny.I was 12 years old when I started going to Manhattan on my own. I had a part time job already, so there was limited funding. First thing I did was get a pack of Cigarillos. Since I was 6 feet tall, it didn't arouse much attention. Except one day sitting in Bryant Park I heard someone saying "look at the kid with the cigar". A few years later, at 14, I found a junky pipe and some dried up 20 year old tobacco in a closet at home and tried it. Could be better, I thought, so I got some Edgeworth, then some Amphora. Neither was great, but they were enough of an improvement to pursue pipesmoking. Then I turned my attention to getting a good pipe. My first was a smooth Stanwell, cost $18 new. The breakthrough, the first really good smokes came when I tried Balkan Sobranie. At age 15 I discovered the Wilke pipe shop on Madison Ave, run by two grandmotherly old ladies. The Wilkes were totally unfinished Macedonian briar. Not even waxed. They broke in quickly and gave a great smoke. I still have a bent apple I got there, which was my first great pipe. It cost $20. Today, a pipe like that would be over $500. At 16 I was sent to a prep school where I got into trouble the first day because a teacher spotted the tip of my Stanwell in my breast pocket (we had to wear suits). Soon afterwards I got together the $22 required and bought my first Dunhill. The NYC Dunhill shop was across from St. Patrick's Cathedral, on Fifth Ave, in Rockefeller Center. It was the nicest store I had ever seen. The pipe counter was on the first floor, the first thing you spotted when you entered the store. There was a knowledgeable tobacconist at the counter who mixed me my own My Mixture. It wasn't as good as Sobranie though, so I did not reorder it and don't remember the number. That store is long gone. Dunhill's in NY now is a clothing store with a little cabinet of pipes in the basement. Prices are about $700 and up. At age 17, representing myself as a pipe expert, I talked my way into a job at Petersons pipe shop across from Grand Central Station, now called Barclay Rex. This was all in the 1950s.