Krusty
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Greetings one and all.
Glanced around a little and thought your community might be accepting of a smoker some may consider to be a little on the "krusty" side of the briar.
P'raps makes for a bit lengthy of an introduction but the following excerpt from A.A. Milnes "Not That It Matters" says a lot towards my own views on matters briar.
Smoking is a Fine Art (Excerpts), by A. A. Milne
...There has grown up a new school of pipe smokers...its pupils would no longer think of smoking a pipe without the white spot as of smoking brown paper. So far are they from smoking brown paper that each one of them has his tobacco specially blended.
...However, it is the pipe rather than the tobacco which marks him as belonging to this particular school. He pins his faith, not so much to its labor saving devices as to the white spot outside, the white spot of an otherwise aimless life. This tells the world that it is one of the pipes. Never was an announcement more superfluous.
...Whereas men of an older school, like myself, smoke for the pleasure of smoking, men of this school smoke for the pleasure of pipe-owning--of selecting which of their many white-spotted pipes they will fill with their specially blended tobacco, of filling the one so chosen, of lighting it, of taking it from the mouth to gaze lovingly at the white spot and thus letting it go out, of lighting it again and letting it go out again, of polishing it up with their own special polisher and putting it to bed, and then the pleasure of beginning all over again with another white-spotted one. They are not so much pipe smokers as pipe keepers; and to have spoken as I did just now of their owning pipes was wrong, for it is they who are in bondage to the white spot.
...You may be excused for feeling after the first pipe that the joys of smoking have been rated too high, and for trying to extract your pleasure from the polish on the pipe's surface, the pride of possessing a special mixture of your own, and such-like matters, rather than from the actual inspiration and expiration of smoke. In the same way a man not fond of reading may find delight in a library of well-bound books. They are pleasant to handle, pleasant to talk about, pleasant to show to friends.But it is the man without the library of well-bound books who generally does most of the reading.
So I feel that it is we of the older school that do most of the smoking. We smoke unconsciously while we are doing other things; they try, but not very successfully, to do other things while they are consciously smoking. No doubt they despise us, and tell themselves that we are not real smokers, but I fancy they feel a little uneasy sometimes. For my young friends are always trying to persuade me to join their school, to become one of the white-spotted ones.
-from Not That It Matters, 1920
Well I'm not all that old, nor have I decades of pipe smoking under my belt.
Just enjoy tobacco.
Most of my pipes are refurbished estates.
I like to keep them clean and polished more so that they will taste good and will last rather than as an exercise in vanity.
I do appreciate the beauty and craft in many of the one-off artisan pipes.
Ah me though, champagne tastes on a beer budget you know.
Artisan tobaccos.
Again, the craft involved is appreciated but I find that I can be dollar conscious and still have a good, really good, bowl with out breaking the bank.
Peter Stokkebye, Charles Fairmorn, Samuel Gawith when available, serve well in that respect.
Gawith Hoggarth, for not much more than the Stokkebyes but a hella lot less then those artisan blends, takes care of my more "discerning" moments.
That's the short of it then. Hope to share more, learn more, later on.
Hello and well met all.
Glanced around a little and thought your community might be accepting of a smoker some may consider to be a little on the "krusty" side of the briar.
P'raps makes for a bit lengthy of an introduction but the following excerpt from A.A. Milnes "Not That It Matters" says a lot towards my own views on matters briar.
Smoking is a Fine Art (Excerpts), by A. A. Milne
...There has grown up a new school of pipe smokers...its pupils would no longer think of smoking a pipe without the white spot as of smoking brown paper. So far are they from smoking brown paper that each one of them has his tobacco specially blended.
...However, it is the pipe rather than the tobacco which marks him as belonging to this particular school. He pins his faith, not so much to its labor saving devices as to the white spot outside, the white spot of an otherwise aimless life. This tells the world that it is one of the pipes. Never was an announcement more superfluous.
...Whereas men of an older school, like myself, smoke for the pleasure of smoking, men of this school smoke for the pleasure of pipe-owning--of selecting which of their many white-spotted pipes they will fill with their specially blended tobacco, of filling the one so chosen, of lighting it, of taking it from the mouth to gaze lovingly at the white spot and thus letting it go out, of lighting it again and letting it go out again, of polishing it up with their own special polisher and putting it to bed, and then the pleasure of beginning all over again with another white-spotted one. They are not so much pipe smokers as pipe keepers; and to have spoken as I did just now of their owning pipes was wrong, for it is they who are in bondage to the white spot.
...You may be excused for feeling after the first pipe that the joys of smoking have been rated too high, and for trying to extract your pleasure from the polish on the pipe's surface, the pride of possessing a special mixture of your own, and such-like matters, rather than from the actual inspiration and expiration of smoke. In the same way a man not fond of reading may find delight in a library of well-bound books. They are pleasant to handle, pleasant to talk about, pleasant to show to friends.But it is the man without the library of well-bound books who generally does most of the reading.
So I feel that it is we of the older school that do most of the smoking. We smoke unconsciously while we are doing other things; they try, but not very successfully, to do other things while they are consciously smoking. No doubt they despise us, and tell themselves that we are not real smokers, but I fancy they feel a little uneasy sometimes. For my young friends are always trying to persuade me to join their school, to become one of the white-spotted ones.
-from Not That It Matters, 1920
Well I'm not all that old, nor have I decades of pipe smoking under my belt.
Just enjoy tobacco.
Most of my pipes are refurbished estates.
I like to keep them clean and polished more so that they will taste good and will last rather than as an exercise in vanity.
I do appreciate the beauty and craft in many of the one-off artisan pipes.
Ah me though, champagne tastes on a beer budget you know.
Artisan tobaccos.
Again, the craft involved is appreciated but I find that I can be dollar conscious and still have a good, really good, bowl with out breaking the bank.
Peter Stokkebye, Charles Fairmorn, Samuel Gawith when available, serve well in that respect.
Gawith Hoggarth, for not much more than the Stokkebyes but a hella lot less then those artisan blends, takes care of my more "discerning" moments.
That's the short of it then. Hope to share more, learn more, later on.
Hello and well met all.
