Post by Pistol Pete 1911 on Mar 24, 2020 17:02:09 GMT -5
So I just post it en ways a minute ago, I can't tell you Why but I can tell you I'm really enjoying this bowl of Bengal slices. I'm smoking it out of a cough I've had for years, don't know if it was the Reaming or the cleaning of the stem or quite honestly I just don't have any idea why this bowl taste so much better than all the other Bengal slices I've smoked out of this very pipe. I just know it does. Lately I may have been overlooking the little things. The wife has been trying to bring me back down and making me smell roses. God bless her stinking hippie soul.
Some of my best bowls have a lot to do with the frame of mind I am in at the time. I think nirvana smokes come from a combination of many things. Pipe, tobacco, mood, weather, friends, stress, and such. Enjoy them while they last!
I walked up to my pipe rack the other day and just stood there for a moment...searching for a feeling of "rightness". I picked up an Old Morris straight stemmed free hand I rarely smoke, then after another momentary pause, reached up on the top shelf and pulled down a tin of John Cotton's Smyrna. No reason. It just seemed right.
I enjoyed that smoke more than any bowl Ive had in a while...and I still dont know why.
If it were supposed to be easy, they'd have sent my little sister to do it.
Post by Pistol Pete 1911 on Mar 25, 2020 18:12:21 GMT -5
It's another one of those times. I walked into our bedroom I'm sitting on my dresser was a Mark Twain with an Amber stem and some John Cotton number one. Never had John Cotton number one before but it seems appropriate
"Young fella, if you're looking for trouble I'll accommodate ya."
Yep, nirvana smokes are a combination of factors that occasionally converge for no apparent reason. This evening, after giving my lawn a first cut and getting the sprinkler system up and running, I’m having one of those convergent moments. John Cotton’s 1&2 in an older than I am Dunhill Shell Briar LB F/T. Grackles serenading me from their roost in our trees. Perfect weather. No worries at this particular moment.
May we live, not by our fears but by our hopes; not by our words but by our deeds; not by our disappointments but by our dreams.