Monday, January 18, 2016

THE PLAN

This blogger is seriously looking forward to puttering around for the next two days. Much of it indoors, except for several hours during which the apartment will need airing out after tobacco has been used. But I am really fortunate; one of the people I know is greeted home by his loving wife every time he has been smoking cigars with the boys in the backroom with the words "pee-ew, you stink!"

They're still married, so I suppose that qualifies as love talk. I have told him he should respond by saying "I'm sorry your feet smell".

Frankly, I too find the strong odour of cigars somewhat oppressive. Because proper men, naturally, smell like good quality pipe tobacco. That's just the way it is. There have been times I followed another gentleman down the street because of the magic in his pipe.

[Two blends stand out in that regard: Gawith Hoggarth's Balkan Mixture, and Greg Pease's Haddo's Delight. Nope, no one knows who the heck Haddo was. Probably an old grouch. The first mentioned has an intoxicating pong of Latakia, the second smells like the stout blends of the past, before stinkipoo aromatics took over.]

Rational people honestly do not mind the aroma.

My apartment mate, who years ago occasionally called me "Stinky Man" seldom says anything about my personal wuft. Perhaps she really doesn't notice. All is fine with the world as long as her Teddy Bear does not end up reeking of smoke.


Which means that I close her door firmly when she leaves for work, open windows, and light up. That's five or more hours of freedom. At least three hours of airing out is needed for the smell to dissipate, best four or more. She comes home after seven P.M., so after two-thirty in the afternoon further indulgence will be outside.




Where it is probably going to rain. Much like it did today.

This beast lives under his umbrella on his days off.

Somewhere there WILL be a cup of tea.

There must be.




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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Uncle ATBOTH, I too find haddo's intoxicating. The tin aroma alone, is incredible.
I have recently developed a strong desire to acquire a Lovat style pipe. Could you please elaborate on the difference between the Canadian/lumberman/Lovat? Is it simply the bit, or are there other subtleties?
Thanks!

The back of the hill said...

Altogether you are actually discussing four shapes.
And, as usual, Pipepedia has answers: the Lumberman.

Generally speaking, Canadians have extra long shanks, Lovats and Liverpools could be just Billiars with more shank than is normal, and shorter stems than normal.

All four are very nice shapes, and harder to find nowadays.

Anonymous said...

How many spikes does that umbrella have?

The badger is nice.


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