It's professionally called, Bullshitery. YMMV.
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Why Some Pipes Deliver More Nicotine
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I've been told there's way to prepare liver that makes it good. I've not experienced that. In college freshman year, when we entered the cafeteria and smelled that it was "liver night", we automatically did a 180 and headed out for "fast food night". The only good thing I've found for livers is as bait for catfish.
Woah. College cooking is so not what i would base a decision on. Liver can taste awful and usually I’d pass. But, there are those who know how to make it sing. The same with chitlins. Pass on it unless you have the right cook.
I went out to the milk barn and asked my father, who was President of the school board, why the school he ran featured nasty fried liver and hominy, and he smiled and said see that tank of milk?
It’s school lunch grade.
He went on to explain during World War Two about one in four draftees were rejected for the effects of malnutrition.
So after the war Harry S Truman (whose name was always spoken with a special tone of reverence) set up the national school lunch program and it has standards to where each schoolchild gets a hot, nutritious meal and a cold half pint of milk, plus all the extra milk they want for two cents a carton.
He looked at me and said that school lunch program buys the shoes on your feet.
And if those other kids like liver and hominy occasionally to remind them of home, why don’t you pack your lunch that day?
I was sort of ashamed of myself.
And I didn’t tell him I gave away my white milk and always paid 3 cents extra for chocolate milk.
A dairy farmer’s kid cannot drink the raw product, and usually doesn’t get the taste for it.
It’s school lunch grade.
He went on to explain during World War Two about one in four draftees were rejected for the effects of malnutrition.
So after the war Harry S Truman (whose name was always spoken with a special tone of reverence) set up the national school lunch program and it has standards to where each schoolchild gets a hot, nutritious meal and a cold half pint of milk, plus all the extra milk they want for two cents a carton.
He looked at me and said that school lunch program buys the shoes on your feet.
And if those other kids like liver and hominy occasionally to remind them of home, why don’t you pack your lunch that day?
I was sort of ashamed of myself.
And I didn’t tell him I gave away my white milk and always paid 3 cents extra for chocolate milk.
A dairy farmer’s kid cannot drink the raw product, and usually doesn’t get the taste for it.
“Eat the guts, Gus - fry up the spam, Stan - just get yourself free ….”
I’ve known catfish who had the sense to pass on liver!
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You could not be more wrong about that.I wrote out a response... and hit delete instead of "post Reply." Wrote out a second, and did the same. Then a third time. It's really hard expressing how wrong someone can be without giving even an inkling of insult.
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Maybe it's your singular wit?I try my best to be witty without being mean, but it really depends on the recipient's intelligence also, as to whether they "get it" or get offended.
I also prefer to make my humor with a touch of self deprecation, putting the butt of the joke back on myself, but also... intelligence. Some people just want yes or no answers, because they can't think very deeply.
I don't mean ol' Briar Lee here. Just the forum in general.
Heck, there have been times I thought that I may have insulted the poster, only to have a few people post for the first time in the thread that they were offended, ha ha. Being funny can be dangerous.
In cigarette smokers this is a well known and studied subject:
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Compensation for reduced nicotine yield cigarettes is relatively easy because the nicotine content of the tobacco filler (generally between 10 and 15 mg) is similar for normal and low nicotine yield commercial cigarettes. They are considered low yield based on smoking machine testing, which consists of taking a standard number of puffs of fixed duration and at fixed intervals until the cigarettes burn to the filter overwrap. Low-yield commercial cigarettes are engineered to burn more quickly and/or to have greater ventilation via changes in the cigarette paper and/or ventilation holes in the filter, compared with normal nicotine yield cigarettes.2 The smoker can easily compensate by inhaling more deeply, taking more frequent puffs, blocking ventilation holes with fingers or mouth, and/or smoking more cigarettes per day (CPD). Compensation occurs with minimal effort and often without the smoker being aware of the change in behavior.
Compensation for smoking fewer cigarettes per day occurs through similar changes in puff topography. Assuming a cigarette contains 10–15 mg of nicotine, and the smoker takes in a systemic dose of 1 mg nicotine (both typical values), then the bioavailability is only about 6%–10%. A smoker can, by puffing more frequently and more intensively increase bioavailability 3–4 fold, such that a dose of 3–4 mg nicotine can be obtained per cigarette, effectively maintaining nicotine exposure even when the number of cigarettes smoked is reduced.3
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The first example of how I “compensate” is that Bob Marx seems to have put a stinger in his pipes when they shipped and occasionally I’ll find one still in the stem. Invariably I’ll pull it out, before smoking. Those stingers seem to reduce Vitamin N, or at least they were sold under that promise, and I want more nicotine.
The second way I may compensate is all that old advice about maintaining a cake the thickness of a dime has long, long ago been abandoned when I get in a pipe. For whatever reason, I think it’s because they are soft, I know and do not merely think a Pre 54 Marxman will shed all it’s cake leaving a dark brown bowl with only a few twists of a pocket knife.
What I’m doing is removing a highly absorbent layer of pure carbon.
The third way I compensate is like any other long experienced pipe smoker does. I never get tongue bite. My pipes don’t ever gurgle. And once I get one fired up it’s not likely to go out, and I can tell without any trouble when to tamp it.
The best part is down there at the bottom waiting for the last, dying ember.
Yet I can still remember brushing my teeth and my mouth on fire, the morning after. And even today if I get a brand spanking new Nording it’s liable to start to bite my tongue if I’d let it. And on my beloved Marxman pipes in which I am very well pleased, when I get that first hiccup, I don’t want my wife laughing at me like she did when I powdered up Cotton Bowl Twist and got nicotine drunk, sitting there grinning and hiccuping. I’ll subconsciously back off and enjoy the smoke, but not get intoxicated with nicotine.
This morning looking at my latest Big Boy, four smokes colored it noticeably on the outside and that is something I’ve come to expect from any high condition Marxman.
If that was a low yield cigarette I’d have puffed it harder to get the same nicotine yield.
So my working theory today, is that the superior insulation of Algerian briar allows me to puff a little faster, or harder, or maybe both in combination because the outside of the pipe is more difficult to get hot, and thereby I get more nicotine and flavor.
Whatever it is, I feel sorry for folks who haven’t discovered Marxman pipes yet.
And even sorrier for folks that collect them like postage stamps and will let the next owner smoke them after they’ve gone on to green pastures.
I’ve counted ten flaws and fills in that Big Boy that would have kept it from being sold as a Kaywoodie or Lee.
Algerian briar had to have been cheaper.
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Compensation for reduced nicotine yield cigarettes is relatively easy because the nicotine content of the tobacco filler (generally between 10 and 15 mg) is similar for normal and low nicotine yield commercial cigarettes. They are considered low yield based on smoking machine testing, which consists of taking a standard number of puffs of fixed duration and at fixed intervals until the cigarettes burn to the filter overwrap. Low-yield commercial cigarettes are engineered to burn more quickly and/or to have greater ventilation via changes in the cigarette paper and/or ventilation holes in the filter, compared with normal nicotine yield cigarettes.2 The smoker can easily compensate by inhaling more deeply, taking more frequent puffs, blocking ventilation holes with fingers or mouth, and/or smoking more cigarettes per day (CPD). Compensation occurs with minimal effort and often without the smoker being aware of the change in behavior.
Compensation for smoking fewer cigarettes per day occurs through similar changes in puff topography. Assuming a cigarette contains 10–15 mg of nicotine, and the smoker takes in a systemic dose of 1 mg nicotine (both typical values), then the bioavailability is only about 6%–10%. A smoker can, by puffing more frequently and more intensively increase bioavailability 3–4 fold, such that a dose of 3–4 mg nicotine can be obtained per cigarette, effectively maintaining nicotine exposure even when the number of cigarettes smoked is reduced.3
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The first example of how I “compensate” is that Bob Marx seems to have put a stinger in his pipes when they shipped and occasionally I’ll find one still in the stem. Invariably I’ll pull it out, before smoking. Those stingers seem to reduce Vitamin N, or at least they were sold under that promise, and I want more nicotine.
The second way I may compensate is all that old advice about maintaining a cake the thickness of a dime has long, long ago been abandoned when I get in a pipe. For whatever reason, I think it’s because they are soft, I know and do not merely think a Pre 54 Marxman will shed all it’s cake leaving a dark brown bowl with only a few twists of a pocket knife.
What I’m doing is removing a highly absorbent layer of pure carbon.
The third way I compensate is like any other long experienced pipe smoker does. I never get tongue bite. My pipes don’t ever gurgle. And once I get one fired up it’s not likely to go out, and I can tell without any trouble when to tamp it.
The best part is down there at the bottom waiting for the last, dying ember.
Yet I can still remember brushing my teeth and my mouth on fire, the morning after. And even today if I get a brand spanking new Nording it’s liable to start to bite my tongue if I’d let it. And on my beloved Marxman pipes in which I am very well pleased, when I get that first hiccup, I don’t want my wife laughing at me like she did when I powdered up Cotton Bowl Twist and got nicotine drunk, sitting there grinning and hiccuping. I’ll subconsciously back off and enjoy the smoke, but not get intoxicated with nicotine.
This morning looking at my latest Big Boy, four smokes colored it noticeably on the outside and that is something I’ve come to expect from any high condition Marxman.
If that was a low yield cigarette I’d have puffed it harder to get the same nicotine yield.
So my working theory today, is that the superior insulation of Algerian briar allows me to puff a little faster, or harder, or maybe both in combination because the outside of the pipe is more difficult to get hot, and thereby I get more nicotine and flavor.
Whatever it is, I feel sorry for folks who haven’t discovered Marxman pipes yet.
And even sorrier for folks that collect them like postage stamps and will let the next owner smoke them after they’ve gone on to green pastures.
I’ve counted ten flaws and fills in that Big Boy that would have kept it from being sold as a Kaywoodie or Lee.
Algerian briar had to have been cheaper.
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wanna see my my little singular wit?
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I’m not reading all that but I looked at your photo. Looks like a clunker to me. A real rooting, tooting, clunking 2 bit piece of shit.
More ruminations on Marxman pipes.
The year was 1934, the nation, and the entire world, was over four years into a Great Depression that had cut employment and production and incomes and every measure of economic activity by about a third.
All major powers had abandoned the traditional gold standard except France and they would in 1936.
25% of adult Americans were jobless.
A third of the commercial banks had failed before FDIC insurance restored depositor confidence but the survivors were understandably cautious.
And here’s a 29 year old kid named Robert Marx who wants to start a brand new pipe company.
To get the money, he had to talk somebody out of it.
He had experience as an executive with WDC pipe company, which was losing it’s long held status as the world’s largest maker of pipes to KB&B that was selling $3.50 Drinkless pipes by the millions.
And in 1934 there was a slight recovery, just enough to convince a few the world really might not end after all.
There must have been a huge glut of the hard to work Algerian briar in 1934. Automatic pipe shaping machines need hard, easy to machine briar.
The only way he could have convinced a bunch of old men to front him money, was to convince them he could take the cheapest briar and use a crew of older men he’d known at WDC that could make silk purses out of sow’s ears, one at a time, and market them at $3.50 and up as rugged pipes for the outdoor man of action.
Everybody that made a lot of pipes in 1934 had to know Algerian briar was wonderful to smoke but difficult to finish into a pipe.
Halfway through my fifth bowl, this one of Half and Half, I’m getting that wonderful nicotine hit I crave, and my pipe is noticeably darkening. Marx made briar pipes that color like a meerschaum, except all over, not the shank first.
All that Marx kid had to do was make up a big pipe and hand it to a cold hearted old banker or rich uncle and say smoke this, and look at my business plan.
The profit margin must have been like selling drugs, and the product every bit as addictive.
What rugged outdoor man of action wouldn’t get all silly about such a masterpiece as this pipe? Why would he ever waste money on anything else?
The year was 1934, the nation, and the entire world, was over four years into a Great Depression that had cut employment and production and incomes and every measure of economic activity by about a third.
All major powers had abandoned the traditional gold standard except France and they would in 1936.
25% of adult Americans were jobless.
A third of the commercial banks had failed before FDIC insurance restored depositor confidence but the survivors were understandably cautious.
And here’s a 29 year old kid named Robert Marx who wants to start a brand new pipe company.
To get the money, he had to talk somebody out of it.
He had experience as an executive with WDC pipe company, which was losing it’s long held status as the world’s largest maker of pipes to KB&B that was selling $3.50 Drinkless pipes by the millions.
And in 1934 there was a slight recovery, just enough to convince a few the world really might not end after all.
There must have been a huge glut of the hard to work Algerian briar in 1934. Automatic pipe shaping machines need hard, easy to machine briar.
The only way he could have convinced a bunch of old men to front him money, was to convince them he could take the cheapest briar and use a crew of older men he’d known at WDC that could make silk purses out of sow’s ears, one at a time, and market them at $3.50 and up as rugged pipes for the outdoor man of action.
Everybody that made a lot of pipes in 1934 had to know Algerian briar was wonderful to smoke but difficult to finish into a pipe.
Halfway through my fifth bowl, this one of Half and Half, I’m getting that wonderful nicotine hit I crave, and my pipe is noticeably darkening. Marx made briar pipes that color like a meerschaum, except all over, not the shank first.
All that Marx kid had to do was make up a big pipe and hand it to a cold hearted old banker or rich uncle and say smoke this, and look at my business plan.
The profit margin must have been like selling drugs, and the product every bit as addictive.
What rugged outdoor man of action wouldn’t get all silly about such a masterpiece as this pipe? Why would he ever waste money on anything else?
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Any chance there is a chemical/pH difference? Like maybe this briar or the mysterious curing technique leaves the pipe a little more basic than otherwise, so the smoke ends up more alkaline and delivers more nicotine?
Just spit-ballin'...
Just spit-ballin'...
A good rumination!
The entire process is somewhat mysterious.
I know, there are differences between briar pipes in how they taste.
So the ember, could heat the bowl, and the bowl somehow make the smoke more acidic or more alkaline.
Or I might add, more sweet or more savory as well.
Lee pipes taste sweet to me.
Marxman pipes more savory.
Algerian witch doctors were top notch nicotine wizards. They used to get extra conch shells for making sure every Algerian briar pipes were express nicotine delivering devices. That magic still lives on in every existing Algerian briar pipes. And that's the truth.
"I feel sorry for people who haven't discovered Marxman pipes"
Influenced by your fierce advocacy and persuasive scientific thinking, I tracked down a Marxman kind of like the one on the right
Unfortunately, I miscalculated its mass when first clenching, it fell on my foot, and broke two toes. I've found only my Nicaraguan balsa wood pipes can be that size and still clenched comfortably, but they're so absorbent and as such supply nicotine in such massive quantities that I invariably pass out and they fall out of my mouth, too. No broken toes at least, though.
The other problem is that even though I took great pains to keep from being seen smoking such an incredibly ugly pipe, a neighbor kid got a look and ran screaming home to his mother who severely chastised me while all I could do was hang my head in silent shame, knowing I deserved it.
Influenced by your fierce advocacy and persuasive scientific thinking, I tracked down a Marxman kind of like the one on the right
Unfortunately, I miscalculated its mass when first clenching, it fell on my foot, and broke two toes. I've found only my Nicaraguan balsa wood pipes can be that size and still clenched comfortably, but they're so absorbent and as such supply nicotine in such massive quantities that I invariably pass out and they fall out of my mouth, too. No broken toes at least, though.
The other problem is that even though I took great pains to keep from being seen smoking such an incredibly ugly pipe, a neighbor kid got a look and ran screaming home to his mother who severely chastised me while all I could do was hang my head in silent shame, knowing I deserved it.
It’s not my imagination or bullshit how butter soft Algerian briar darkens with use.
My latest Big Boy has been smoked exactly seven heavenly bowls and it’s well on the way to becoming as dark as the medium Prince Marxman shown beside it.
A dandified city dude would have returned his five or ten dollar Kaywoodie if it discolored so easily.
Outdoor rugged men of action, saw that as a sign of added character.
My latest Big Boy has been smoked exactly seven heavenly bowls and it’s well on the way to becoming as dark as the medium Prince Marxman shown beside it.
A dandified city dude would have returned his five or ten dollar Kaywoodie if it discolored so easily.
Outdoor rugged men of action, saw that as a sign of added character.