I had uncles that smoked cigars, when I was a kid my mom would take me into tobacco shops to buy Christmas/birthday/fathers day cigars for them and I was always drawn to the feeling of the shops, the atmosphere, the smells, the guys with the beards sitting around talking and smoking wonderful smelling pipes. When I got into high school I took to bumming a few cigarettes from the older kids, had a girlfriend that wanted to try cigarettes and we found a gas station that would sell to us without ID. Eventually one of my friend group turned 18 and his Dad who was an ex-submariner and pipe smoker got him a pipe, tamp, nice lighter, and some tobacco, Borkum Riff, which is what he smoked.
At around the same time, we found out the yacht club room in the apartment complex I lived in (thanks to Annapolis for being a drinking town with a sailing problem) could be used by any resident and all the old boat guys would smoke heavily in there, AND there was a poker table. SO we all took to playing weekly games of poker our 18 yr old buddy would pick us all up cigars and we'd play all night. We could show up stinking of cigars at 2 am and blame the room, "no mom it wasn't me it was those damn yacht guys!" finally one game my buddy brought his pipe, I dug the way it looked and the tobacco smelled, so I went to a shop and got a basket pipe and a little corn cob, spent hours smelling all the jars of blends and of course sat around in the downtown cafes burning my tongue. When I finally turned 18 myself I wanted a better pipe, so I went to all the shops in town; there four at the time, down to two now, and the one I had originally shopped at had this amazing (to me) Savinelli, straight Venezia, a little sailboat on the side (remember Annapolis?) I had to have it but it was 100 bucks and I couldn't afford it. The shop was run by a man named Francis and his son, they were kind enough to hold the pipe for me for a few weeks while I saved up and came back for it. Still have it, still love it. When I bought the pipe I remember them trying to help me pick a "better" tobacco, I remember being curious about "that stuff in the tins" I remember them pointing to a tin of Frog saying "that one with the frog on it is pretty popular" I didn't buy it, I was scared to try something I couldn't smell first if only I knew! haha
At the same time, I found hand rolling tobacco and took to rolling my own cigarettes which I also loved, so much better flavor than factory. Eventually, hand-rolled and cigars took over I didn't smoke the pipe for about 5 years. I eventually quit the hand rolls and stuck to the occasional cigar. About four years ago I found my Sav and some old vanilla Cavendish and it all came back, I missed the tobacco, I missed the pipe, so I dove back in headfirst. Got the podcasts, got on the forum, tobacco reviews, got TAD, bought more pipes. Here I am. Feel like I'm home for sure in this community, I agree about the personality type and mentality.
Found out a few years ago after I had got back on the pipe train, that my paternal grandfather was a pipe smoker, I had never known that as a kid before he passed, he had quit years before I was born. My father was showing me old family photos he was restoring and there were many of my grandfathers with his pipe. It was like a lightbulb went off I felt really connected to him and wish I had been older before he passed so I could of gotten to know him better, maybe shared a pipe with him. No clue what happened to his pipe or pipes, my step-grandmother has all of his WWII (He was a corpsman on Iwo JIma) regalia and had a bit of a falling out with my Dad after his passing, it was over him getting access to his fathers uniform, medals, etc, so I haven't dared to inquire about the pipes.
Apologies for the book ya'll I got to typing and when I looked up there it was. But it's my story damn it so I'm leaving it! ? ?