Pretty sure I was predestined to take up pipes no matter what, but early role models intensified my desire. My grandpa deeply enjoyed his pipes, and I loved the scent of his aromatic blends, Amphora and Sir Walter Raleigh. My dad smoked pipes now and then, too. As a kid, I was captivated by how pipe and cigar smokers seemed to smoke for the pleasure and the ritual, unlike adults who smoked cigarettes (which never appealed to me). I thought pipes were especially intriguing as accessories, and smoking tobacco in a pipe just looked fun, cool, and classy. My brother and I loved posing with our grandpa's pipes, even though we didn't much like the taste we got from the stems. :-
In my teens, my desire to smoke a pipe just got stronger, but I hesitated to try because I figured there was no way I could get away with it until I turned 18. And even then, I was worried of adult and peer disapproval. On the other hand, as one guy pointed out, pipes are so civilized, so I thought maybe I wouldn’t have too hard a time getting started with pipes. My early attempts pretty much followed the typical pattern - didn’t get the hang of it for a while and didn’t get the experience I was looking for. I did stick with it in secret, though. After all, experienced pipe smokers must enjoy the process or they wouldn’t do it. I slowly got better at smoking Borkum Riff and Amphora in my Dr. G and liked the smoking experience enough to fire up a few bowls every week.
Major turning point: Before starting college (but before turning 18, actually), I bought a nice, simple billiard (a basket pipe) in a proper pipe shop. Even though I had been smoking a pipe for a few years, I was glad to take the shop guy’s lesson for beginners and start breaking in my first decent pipe. I tasted 1Q for the first time and genuinely experienced true smoking satisfaction. As I smoked my first couple of bowls in that shop, I thought to myself: “So THIS is what pipe smoking is all about …” Definitely an “AHA!” moment that made me into a lifelong pipe-lover.