When I was a child my great aunt and uncle would bring tobacco twists for the kids. We were never given them when they left, as we were all under 12. I recall being very curious of the stuff. Every one in the family smoked, pipes, cigs, cigars. Tobacco was in the family--including many RJR employees, including a head of Tobacco buying and a head of advertising; as well, a pre-revolution tobacco farm in the family, so learning the history was learning my heritage. Oh, the sweet smell of the curing tobacco all around the piedmont of NC in the autumn, walking into the old curing barns before they moved to the denser methods, and recognizing the artisanship of tobacco that is lost on cigarettes beginning in the nineties. It is The decadent indulgence of the US, our heritage, like Jazz, it is purely ours, though it has been historically exported and altered--and to its the advantage of the leaf's expression. But, it remains our culture's wine. I remember thinking when I was about 20 when purusing a tobacconist for cigars, why do I smoke cigarettes? (Camel had obviously change the blend by that point). I though, "Do I really "enjoy" the tobacco." The answer was a yes and a no and an acknowledgement of addiction and it's detriments (i.e.-breathing). So, I decided to begin enjoying tobacco for what it could be rather than what it was most commonly sold as. I bought a bent brandy and fell in love. And I began to be able to breath again too! I loved it, and was quickly weened from taste deadening cigs. As my palet began to be educated, I realized that, like wines and alcohols, there are sweets, tannics, spirited, and pures. All have their merits. None is more for more "educated" smokers than any other. Are whiskeys more "educated" drinks than ports or sparklings, or the multiplicities of consumer driven flavored beers? No, to each his own. One becomes educated in their own palet through experience and taste dynamics. The deeper I delved into the variety of types of tobacco, I began to fall in love with the relaxing effects and the aroma. I also enjoy the historic nostalgia and the smokey reveries that I fall into when I begin to forget the consumption tool hanging from my mouth and begin to experince only the tobacco and its effects. For me, the pipe, while beautiful and expressive, is only only a tool. I chose a pipe based soley on its utility for consumming tobacco. Today, I choose based on the variety of circumstances and manners in which I smoke them (if I am a relaxed smoker in one activity and a puffer fish in another). While I do enjoy their form and their art, they remain, in part, tools that have expression via personal aesthetics. Often times the pipe becomes little more than superficial novelty. Pipes? Yes. Love 'em, but it's not about the pipe... IT'S ABOUT THE TOBACCO MAN!!! I don't really "smoke a pipe"--the pipe is superfluous apart from utility--rather, a pipe is how I choose to smoke and enjoy tobacco.