My my favorite pipe smoking memories have nothing to do with me smoking a pipe at all, but being with my grandfather while he enjoyed his. Watching the Astros or the Oilers at his house while he sat in his chair and I sat on the couch. Riding along with him in the golf cart while he shot the back nine. Accompanying him to the Eckard's Drug Store, or to the Tinder Box in Parkdale Mall where he purchased his pipes & tobacco... and eventually, inheriting his pipe collection after his passing.
Perhaps the fondest of all these memories, was discovering the smell inside his tobacco pouches, which still had little remnants inside, about a decade after his passing. It immediately brought me back to my fond memories of him. Even as I write this, 30+ years since his passing, I can remember those times fondly.