Some great pipe moments lately.
Had the last week off to look after the kids. I smoke a Pete standard when out and about, as if I lose it, I won't cry too much. I had two guys on two separate days come up to me and say, "A thinking man smokes Peterson's". Which I just loved and had a good chat with both, one had switched to rollies and the other had given up. (Whilst giving his wife evil looks)
The other was the wife of my favourite butcher. I'd just been smoking Westminster before going into the shop. When I walked in she said, "you smell gorgeous, just like a campfire." I almost got on my knees to propose before I remembered she was married.
Just really stoked as I've only ever seen one other pipe smoker out there.