so.. What made you wanna smoke a pipe?

[Idlefellow]

When I was but a young buck I somehow got in my head that a man 1) drank Scotch whisky, and 2) smoked a pipe. I'm happy to say that I achieved both goals.

 

[i.keenum]

When I was a Kid my dad smoke American spirits and the only place he could get them was the tobacconist a few towns over. I remember hanging on the 5 foot wooden Indian out front while he ran in. I never smoked before pipes but always remembered the smells from the shop. About 4 years ago I was going fishing and stopped in the convenience store to get some snacks to go fishing. Saw some mini cobs and otc pipe bac. I figured what the hell and off the hobby went. Indian is still out front and the tobacco shop is still open and I have spent way too much in their store.

 

[Anonymous]

For one thing, in the 1950s, guys smoking pipes were just part of the human landscape. In the house, outside, wherever. Normal. "Imprinting" may or may not have been a factor, but that's my "normal." This creates a tongue-biting situation when some of you guys are going on about how you have to smoke outside, because she-who-must-be-obeyed says so.

That's just so wrong on so many levels. But whatever works for you, I guess. You're the one putting up with it.

The beauty, history and tradition involved are factors that make pipes easy to like. As is the comfort of the taste a great tobacco has in a pipe that's been dedicated to it for years.

But the cool connection is because my great-grandmother smoked one. Mail Pouch. In a clay. Yep -- there were little bird-sized Appalachian mountain women (like Granny in Lil' Abner) in ankle-length dresses & aprons still doing that when I was coming up. Even have a picture of her holding me when I was a baby.

In the end, though, if you like smoking a pipe, cats, classical music, pizza or whatever, you just like it. Reasoning doesn't even enter the picture until after it's a done deal. Than it becomes rationalisation. Which, IMO, is kind of lame.

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[Kyle Weiss]

I wanna know who is sniveling so much about smoking outside. I smoke inside at the Tinder Box, let them vacuum and scrape the muck off the shiny stuff. :lol: Not around my electronics no way, no how. I didn't revive them from 30+ years of garage dust with 30 hours of work to contemplate them with smoke. :lol: Meanwhile, the great outdoors is a fine place to smoke. The actus uxor invito factus non est meus actus thing is another matter entirely, but one I'm inclined to also nod to certain wrongness.

 

[Lemnisc8]

I'm always amazed at how much my grandfather influenced me. And judging from many of the earlier posts, picking up a pipe due to one's grandfather is a recurrent theme. I started smoking at 20 (now creeping up to 54) with a purchase of a couple churchwarden clays.

 

[allyby]

I was Smoking far too many roll ups.
Tried a pipe to see if i could cut down on them, And it works,
Now i love smoking my pipes, and im down to about 10 cigs per day.
Compaired to 40 +
Ally.

 

[Slide]

I was Smoking far too many roll ups.
Tried a pipe to see if i could cut down on them, And it works,
Now i love smoking my pipes, and im down to about 10 cigs per day.
Compaired to 40 +
Ally.

Great job!

 

[Anonymous]

:cheers: :cheers: :cheers:

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[beetlejazz]

Smoked cigs for about 10 years... quit. In a couple of years I started to feel that it woudln't last, I missed the taste, sight, and moment of smoke way too much. It was on one camping trip last summer when I asked once again my brother, who smokes pipes (a tragic victim of both PAD and TAD for some time) if I could try one of his again. He was happy to offer. Unlike before when I had tried to smoke one with no success whatsoever, this time he taught me to pack the bowl myself, and offered me a pipe zippo instead of matches to light with. And, he told me that if it was about to go out, I could place a finger or two on top of the bowl and take a sip. Worked like magic! The pipe was a Northern Briars bent bulldog. The tobacco was something with a name that was a 2-digit number only, can't remember the brand.

I remember walking down to the shore that sunny night with a pipe in my hand, taking a couple of puffs and watching the roaring rapids somewhere further away, thinking damn, this has to continue. Rest is... obvious.