Post by prototypicalDave on Sept 12, 2020 16:59:15 GMT -5
I spent childhood summers running around beneath drying tobacco hanging in the barns of our ancestral farm in eastern NC. Four generations of my family has grown tobacco on that farm. My Grandmother is full of stories of her and her 12 (!) older siblings walking through the fields, picking off the worms and dropping them into old soup cans full of kerosene. I remember when the smell of downtown Durham NC was entirely dominated by the aroma of curing tobacco. So it's not terribly surprising that I'm a cig smoker of 30 years. I have tried pipes off and on over the years to no avail, but a couple of months ago it finally clicked with a serendipitous bowl of Peterson Flake. The smell and taste of that stuff is a nuclear nostalgia bomb and thus I was hooked.
I write software for a living in Charlotte NC. I've played drums for longer than I've smoked.
A slice of my current life is illustrated by the following photo, which displays an appropriate number of cobs and a brand-new and burgeoning tobacco horde as they begin to dominate my home office/studio. As I make this post, I'm watching the replay of qualifying for the "FORMULA 1 PIRELLI GRAN PREMIO DELLA TOSCANA FERRARI 1000 2020" race that's happening tomorrow. I don't care who wins as long as George Russell out qualifies Latifi again.
So far I have discovered that:
I love VAs despite the damage that they do to the lining of my mouth.
I want to eat Perique.
Burley is a warm bed.
Latakia I can take or leave.
I REALLY love pipe smoking.
I am destined for codgerdom. A destiny that I will gladly accept.
Pipe folks seem to be among the better variety of folks.
Welcome to the Patch, from the High Plains. My ancestors on my mother's side were from middle Tennessee and I remember visiting a huge tobacco barn near Sparta. It was mostly empty at that time of year, but oh the aroma!
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.
Post by pepesdad1 on Sept 12, 2020 18:17:56 GMT -5
Welcome from central north Florida...hopefully not the destination of the tropical depression heading into the Gulf. I pray it doesn't visit the folks who have already suffered through Hurricane Laura.
Sounds like you have started a well trod road to bliss!
Posts: 607 First Name: Joe Favorite Pipe: Right now it is my GBD New Era, and my short-warden. As always a Cob. Still like the look of a Zulu. Favorite Tobacco: I enjoy the constant change and rotation of a few at a time. Location:
Post by bonanzadriver on Oct 15, 2020 21:49:08 GMT -5
Another welcome from NC.
I live just east of you a bit in Pinehurst.
When we get through this bout of woohan flu and things get back to normal, I'm hoping things will pick back up for some of the pipe meetings @ JR's Cigar shop in Mooresville. When that happens I'll try to meet you and the others there.
I’m an FNG, too, but just had to chime in a welcome and compliment you on your introduction. I found it very interesting, and well done. So far I have found this place to be friendly and helpful with lots of very knowledgeable folks willing to answer any question you might have. I’m enjoying my visits here and am sure you will too.
——————- North of the Platte, south of Wounded Knee
Post by oldcajun123 on Oct 16, 2020 11:46:38 GMT -5
My mother a Granger, was in a family of 15,great grandfather came from England, cut cane with a cane knife with her other 12 brothers. Her father had her cooking at 8, standing on a milk crate to stir the pot, life was hard back then.