When I started into this little hobby at such a tender young age, it began with pipes. It was a Dr. Grabow from Wal-Mart and some Captain Black White in a pouch. Those were formidable years. Sitting around with tounge bite, never keeping a pipe lit. I eventually gave up and got into cigars, well, because they were easier.
But I suppose that we can only go so far from where we started, only to end up there once more. As I was puffing on a La Aroma de Cuba that was nearly two years old, bought at an event at a store I no longer frequent, I found myself wondering about my pipes. I had built up a nice little collection of pipes and tobacco over the years.
So I packed up a Mallard full of some McClelland Classic Virginia and got to puffing. I couldn't keep it lit. I almost let it bite my tounge. It was a generally not so great experience. But I realized something. I miss it. I miss smoking a pipe. I need to do that more often. At least one pipe a week. That is my resolution.
Anyway, just thought I would share this with all of you. With any luck, I might be around here more often.
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That's great! Welcome back to the piper ranks. First time back sounded rough >.< though my pipes don't stay lit worth a damn either. I figure it's from my newbness, new pipes w/o cake, and packing technique which was prolly covered under the first
:-)
Chris
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Yes, pipes are nice. For the record, I have come back soon to it as well. Just repeat after me: 1792 Flake, 1792 Flake, 1792 Flake, 1792 Flake..........
:-)
ATL
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