Post by desertbriar on Nov 2, 2020 14:39:53 GMT -5
Newb here!
Hello all. My name is Eric and I am a 46 year old machine shop foreman for a firearms manufacturer in Boise. My travels with the pipe have been quite recent. I have 3 months under my belt and have found it to be "quite agreeable indeed". You see, for the last 22 years I have been struggling with Coppenhagen addiction and carry the receded gumline to prove it. It seemed that a change was in the air. Unwilling to commit to inhalation, I started with the cigars. Loved the smoke but questioned the cost for anything but an occasional treat. Like many my age the pipe brought to mind images of codgery old men. But... hell I'm almost there anyways. Why not? So a trip to Sturman's in downtown Boise yielded a nice new savinelli with all the fixins needed. A week later I was starting to figure out how to retrohale and not burn my lungs. The old lady was no longer calling me Bilbo, and I had come to realize that I don't particularly care for flavored coffee or sticky syrup soaked tobacco. The online pipe/cigar retailers had been spotted and weekly deliveries of 1.75/2 oz tins were a regularity.
Everything was great for months. I was smoking 4 bowls a day and loving it. A few more pipes were added to the lineup. I tried English blends and Irish flake and C@D's Burley offerings. Probably seven or eight different tobacco's in all and came to realize that I like English blends a lot, but I am a burley guy. Loves me some Old Joe Krantz! So, if I love old Joe, why wouldn't I like Haunted Bookshop? This was a turning point in my pipe smoking. That first bowl singed my entire mouth. I didn't even comprehend what had just happened. It was actually a delayed reaction. The next day I woke up with a carpet taste and a chemical burn like no other. This was 2 weeks ago. I am still nursing my tortured tonsils and have gained a new respect for the unknown. I suspect there are at this point a few nodding smirks in recognition of lessons learned and past experiences.
So now.... I am grateful for a well earned daily bowl or two. I am up at 3:30 am for work and sit quietly on my back deck with a cup of coffee and a briar in my hand. My fiancé has figured out that when I get home from work I need about 45minutes of quiet to smoke and reflect. This is a simple pleasure, one that I am grateful to share with all of you.
Greetings!!
Hello all. My name is Eric and I am a 46 year old machine shop foreman for a firearms manufacturer in Boise. My travels with the pipe have been quite recent. I have 3 months under my belt and have found it to be "quite agreeable indeed". You see, for the last 22 years I have been struggling with Coppenhagen addiction and carry the receded gumline to prove it. It seemed that a change was in the air. Unwilling to commit to inhalation, I started with the cigars. Loved the smoke but questioned the cost for anything but an occasional treat. Like many my age the pipe brought to mind images of codgery old men. But... hell I'm almost there anyways. Why not? So a trip to Sturman's in downtown Boise yielded a nice new savinelli with all the fixins needed. A week later I was starting to figure out how to retrohale and not burn my lungs. The old lady was no longer calling me Bilbo, and I had come to realize that I don't particularly care for flavored coffee or sticky syrup soaked tobacco. The online pipe/cigar retailers had been spotted and weekly deliveries of 1.75/2 oz tins were a regularity.
Everything was great for months. I was smoking 4 bowls a day and loving it. A few more pipes were added to the lineup. I tried English blends and Irish flake and C@D's Burley offerings. Probably seven or eight different tobacco's in all and came to realize that I like English blends a lot, but I am a burley guy. Loves me some Old Joe Krantz! So, if I love old Joe, why wouldn't I like Haunted Bookshop? This was a turning point in my pipe smoking. That first bowl singed my entire mouth. I didn't even comprehend what had just happened. It was actually a delayed reaction. The next day I woke up with a carpet taste and a chemical burn like no other. This was 2 weeks ago. I am still nursing my tortured tonsils and have gained a new respect for the unknown. I suspect there are at this point a few nodding smirks in recognition of lessons learned and past experiences.
So now.... I am grateful for a well earned daily bowl or two. I am up at 3:30 am for work and sit quietly on my back deck with a cup of coffee and a briar in my hand. My fiancé has figured out that when I get home from work I need about 45minutes of quiet to smoke and reflect. This is a simple pleasure, one that I am grateful to share with all of you.
Greetings!!
