In one of the great Sherlock Holmes stories Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote that Sherlocks pipe was like a counsel to him. A friend he could go to, to help sort out his troubles. I have much the same regard for my pipes. When I am in deep thought, or when I am frustrated, or when I just need to relax. I head straight for my cabinet or rack witch ever the case maybe and I know that I will find peace in the fact that my pipes are there for my comfort.