Is that because there is a lot of cinnamon in Lebanese cooking, Ahi Ka?
Is that because there is a lot of cinnamon in Lebanese cooking, Ahi Ka?
Could never get into those.Can you really read Sherlock Holmes without smoking a pipe?
From what I've read about him I wouldn't want to.?Can Mark Twain be understood without smoking a Cigar?
frozenchurchwarden:
a legitimate part of my "cultural identity".
I've read some, but never whilst smoking a pipe.Could never get into those.
Ditto. "If smoking is not allowed in Heaven then I shall not go": what utter nonsense!From what I've read about him I wouldn't want to.?
Nope, but ever since the Indians shared this Xikar thing with Spaniards, pipe smoking became a European thing, thus it's part of my heritage.You're indigenous?
By today's BS, that would make it cultural appropriation.pipe smoking became a European thing, thus it's part of my heritage
olkofri:
Ditto. "If smoking is not allowed in Heaven then I shall not go": what utter nonsense!
But we're smart Black Frigateers, Cap'n. We don't follow newfangled BS.By today's BS, that would make it cultural appropriation.
I know. I got griped at not too long ago when I wore a raven feather in my hair. Was told I was mocking American tribals. My great grandparents on both sides were Shawnee.But we're smart Black Frigateers, Cap'n. We don't follow newfangled BS.
What a great start to pipesmoking. You evoke vivid pictures of the past. Thanks.I’m not trying to encourage anyone to start pipe smoking and I don’t want to contravene any rules of the site, but I am interested to hear your stories; spend a little time with me down Memory Lane if you can?
My Grandad got me into pipe smoking. I spent a school holiday at my Grandparent’s house, when I was 13 or so; upon arrival, on the kitchen table, was a Hamlet cigar, a Woodbine and a pipe loaded with Condor; times were different in the 1990’s.
I hadn’t smoked anything up to this this point - the legal age being 16 in the UK and I looked all of my 13 years - and grandad said “You’ll be old enough soon; time for you to decide.”
I used to sit on his knee as a kid, listening to stories about El Alamein and Rommel in the desert, blue smoke curling up to the sky from his pipe as he told me stories that I couldn’t repeat here; the stem end of his pipe was used as a pointing device, as well as a rifle, a flag pole and anything else he could use it for.
That day, I opted for the pipe; it felt refined as it hung from my lip, I was hooked.
My Grandad had learnt to cut hair during the war and he would take me off, round the village with him, as he went to Mr So And So’s house to cut hair, everyone of them smoked something - Player’s cigarettes, Woodbines, pipes, cheroots; some took snuff if a blizzard of brown powder, sneezing and guffawing all round the place.
I wasn’t so keen on the cigarette smokers, there houses smelt like an ash tray but the pipe smokers? The smell was like heaven. I can’t remember a bad smell but I suppose there must have been: cherry tobacco, vanilla, walnut - all alien to me but smelling beautiful. To this day, if I come across a brother of the briar out on the street, I move into his slip stream and try and work out the blend.
There was an old chap, called Mr Croft - pronounced Mester in that part of Yorkshire - who was a carpenter by trade. His workshop was a meeting place for the menfolk - much like I imagine old barbers shops were in the States. One memory is of him turning some wood and the smell of the wood shavings mingling with the pipe smoke, will stay with me until the end.
I remember: tea and tobacco - the kettle was boiled 3 or more times in the hour and everyone used a cup and saucer to drink from, as my grandad stood, cutting hair.
He was good at cutting hair, if you liked a short back and sides.
My gran was not complimentary about the smell in the slightest, we were banished to the kitchen while she watched Dad’s Army, snorting and giggling at it but to me, that kitchen, smoking a pipe, is where I learned more about life and the true horrors of man than ever I learned in a classroom.
I hope that this thread doesn’t contravene any site rules or regulations but I love a good story; I’d be pleased to hear yours.
What qualifies Pipe smoking as part of cultural identity is that for an extended period of time it was expected behavior, for a man to be alive in the 18th or 19th century and not smoking a pipe would be seen as abnormal.Could never get into those.
From what I've read about him I wouldn't want to.?
You're indigenous?
Yup. I remember reading that a woman wrote in the 19th century, "I can put up with any flaw in a man, except one: that he not be a smoker". Compare that to to-day's female varsity students who abuse you non-stop for your 'tobacco disease'.What qualifies Pipe smoking as part of cultural identity is that for an extended period of time it was expected behavior, for a man to be alive in the 18th or 19th century and not smoking a pipe would be seen as abnormal.
Go back far enough and pillaging neighboring countries is also an important part of my Viking heritage.
Vikings generally set out to dominate the world, and looking at the way things have progressed over the last thousand years I'm not sure if we ever really stopped.
I'd love to see some citations regarding the above statement. The cost of the leaf would, alone, seem to preclude the majority of the male population from taking to tobacco. Socially, in Europe, smoking in public was frowned upon. Hence, private clubs and, in a few "upscale" residences, a smoking room with cap and robe donned to keep the reek from the rest of the residence. Clay pipes were pretty much relegated to pubs. One could buy a pipe full of tobacco, smoke it and then toss the clay into the Thames. But, men did not go out on the street with a pipe.What qualifies Pipe smoking as part of cultural identity is that for an extended period of time it was expected behavior, for a man to be alive in the 18th or 19th century and not smoking a pipe would be seen as abnormal.
Don't forget, after conquering France the Normans then conquered England, and permanently settled in both places.Yup. I remember reading that a woman wrote in the 19th century, "I can put up with any flaw in a man, except one: that he not be a smoker". Compare that to to-day's female varsity students who abuse you non-stop for your 'tobacco disease'.
Yeah, the Norse raiders: the Surtdrakkar ruled the seas way before the Black Frigate.
Ah, but not all of us have Nordic ancestry.Vikings generally set out to dominate the world, and looking at the way things have progressed over the last thousand years I'm not sure if we ever really stopped.
But anyone with European ancestors is related to ur-ancestor Japhet.Ah, but not all of us have Nordic ancestry.
By the time they reached North America the Norse didn't go a-viking anymore, as they had already converted to Christianity, most of them anyway (some of the Norse expeditionaries to America were still pagans); so, their interest wasn't raiding, but settlement, which couldn't be realised because of the 'natives' having turned hostile. Unable to muster the numbers required to settle AND fend off hostile locals, the Norse decided to go back to Greenland and just pay regular visits to North American lands for timber and trade with the less unfriendly Dorset proto-Eskimos of the now-Canadian Arctic archipelago. Plenty of evidence on that.They quickly discovered no reason to raid North America as the aborigines were pretty much dirt poor.