Thread: Pipe of the Day

Originally Posted by Nightblade

Those two big fuzzy things...what kind of mushrooms are those ?

I have my doubts, I don't smell latakia nor black cavendish. Perhaps I am overwhelmed by the vodka...
But is it possible that those " big fuzzy things" are just "Shortcut(s) To (the) Mushrooms"? Just For Him

Originally Posted by robertelee2ndky

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My smoke of the day. Peterson 314 Premier P-Lip and good ol' Pal o' mine. I'm a social smoker of pipes and when I need to think so not a pro so to speak.

Nothing wrong with smoking your pipe when you need to think, sir.
Same thing over here. I also grab one of my briars when I'm switching to contemplative mode and leave the hurry hurry world behind me.
Also nothing wrong with smoking an aromatic. As they say: "Smoke what you like, like what you smoke.

No pics of the Gaudy Bacchus with some Squadron Leader but I am dog sitting again tonight for my daughter.
This one is for you Nightblade. Sticks are FUN!


{Not my old flip phone for pictures..... Kato wanted to remain anonymous.}

Sticks are fun indeed !! I have been wanting to post pipe pics all week but, I have to get batteries for the camera........Poop !

Originally Posted by chris3hoog

I have my doubts, I don't smell latakia nor black cavendish. Perhaps I am overwhelmed by the vodka...
But is it possible that those " big fuzzy things" are just "Shortcut(s) To (the) Mushrooms"? Just For Him

Make it shortcut to chantarelles. Just add some cream and blue cheese and you have the best sauce ever. Just for anyone

Got a bowl of Erinmores at the interesting place few hrs ago:



Let me explain. Few years ago an interesting place was discovered at the riverside. It has been studied by university archeologists since then. It's the remains of an old chapel and graveyard. An oldest christian place ever found in this country this far. From the graves have been found some interesting items like a huge sword, jewels etc.
By now we know that this chapel was built about AD 1100 and destroyed about 1200-1250. Most likely during the battles of the Northern Crusades.

The late Saturday night smoke by tradition.
Dunhill Nightcap into a Big Ben Giant #588 and a dram of whisky.
Slàinte mhòr
And so to bed.

This time it's not < the pipe of the day>, perhaps the wrong thread. Sorry for that. Reflecting on my life a bit: <the pipe of yesterday>.
View into my mirror and see a piece of the past into a music box of tomorrow (land).


Allow me.
We write 1976. It were the glory days of Jethro Tull with front man Ian Anderson, a pipe smoker of which we saw pictures into the magazines. BTW, I still have the music cassette 'Aqualung'. Also the days of the rock opera 'Quadrophenia' from the Who with the associated Parka vests, patjoelie fragrance, Lambrettas... Dad used to be a dealer of Vespa scooters. There was also the mighty protest songs of Bob Dylan. One quote of him flips into my mind: 'if you ain't got nothing, you have nothing to lose' (Like a Rolling Stone). This only to give you <the spirit of that time>.

If I take the walk down memory lane I see our neighbor André, he was a carpenter and smoked his self-cultivated burley into his black rusticated pipe. Heavily burned rim, the only pipe he had. In the evening, when the weather was fine he sat outside his workplace enjoying his pipe while talking to the neighbors. I see an Englishman, Tom Taylor, he was a WW II veteran. After the war he had married a Flemish girl and settled in Belgium. He smoked a smooth billiard with a sweet smelling tobacco. Oh, I still remember that lovely smell. Every now and then he jumped on the ferry Ostend-Dover to go to England where he probably bought his tobacco. I see my teacher of electronics Mr. Vanheule. If you were searching for him you could even better search for his pipe. He was definitely hanging on it. He smoked Wervik, a local brand of burley tobacco with a somewhat earthy aroma, high on vitamin N. He was a look alike of Jacques Tati, the hat inclusive.

So, to make a long story short, as a last year of the technical high school we were going on a 3 day city trip to Paris and I wanted to be like André, Tom or Mr. Vanheule. Ian Anderson was a little bit to high sized. I had saved some of my pocket money because I had seen sort of 'The Pipe of my dreams' at the local tobacco shop nearby school. It had to be a rather small pipe because mom and dad better did not know I was smoking and certainly not a pipe. This way I was able to hide it between the stuff into my satchel I thought. Of course a stupid idea, small or great, in the end mom found it anyway. So it became this Big Ben nose warmer with Clan Aromatic tobacco (the green tartan pouch) and up to Paris. I smoked that pipe as if my life was depending on it. In the bus, at the Louvre museum, Montmartre, Place du Tertre where I felt myself immediately an artist among the artists :-) ,under the Eifel Tower... everywhere and after those 3 days I came home not with a burned nose, no, with a burned mouth and a scorched tongue! I let the pipe rest for a couple of weeks and picked it up again, same blend. Oh, how I had the attention of the girls! It was certainly not because of my good looking but mainly because of the smell I spread around. I suppose I must have been a walking fragrant candle. Later on I changed to another blend, Kentucky Bird this time. Same problem, great smell but bad taste and again that tongue bite. How could all those men enjoy their pipes?

Decades past away until a couple of years ago I bought me my first decent pipe and by searching and reading on the WWW, a decent tobacco. I learned by the cut and try method how to pack the tobacco, how to tamp and how to smoke it. How to break in a new pipe... Now I can really enjoy my pipes like Tom, André and Mr.Vanheule once did. To me pipe smoking has become a way of life, a way to escape from the hurry hurry world we live in. I love my briars as if they were my children, from the cheapest estate to the most 'expensive' (everything is relative in life) new one I own. Like so many here on the forum I even love my MM corncob.
Oh, if I saw André, Tom and Mr.Vanheule and I see all those lovely pipes and all those different blends of tobacco available today ..., then I ask myself: are we not a bit spoiled nowadays?
With friendly greetings
Chris
P.S. Last week of the summer holiday and bad weather over here.

Dr Evill / Cuty light rustic /

and 2 Mini Me pipes / Fully operational /Ha ha ha