Pipe Smoking and Whiskey
Charles
Master
in The Lounge
Found some interesting images of whiskey glasses and thought I'd share them.
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The whisky connoisseur's sippy cup?
Also......
<<Pipe tobacco’s got a lot of dance partners and the right blend can elevate your favorite drink or dish to entirely new levels. It’s not too difficult to find nice pairings, and figuring out your favorite pairings is half the fun. When it comes down to it, that’s really the beauty of pipe smoking – the experimentation and depth of possibilities to explore are nearly endless. To get you started, though, here’s a look at some things that match up well with a nice bowl.
I mean, my lengthy message was posted (above), but a copy remained in the draft area, and I can't make it go away.
I typed this over it.
Take Dram of Scotch, spark up a good smoke, and relax.
Thus said that particular book (or article, or I-dunno-what-it-was).
My advice: Stick with a dram.
When at McMurdo Base, Antarctica, each person of legal age (everyone aboard ship in 1973) was allowed to buy one bottle of hard liquor of their choice for $3.00 and one bottle of wine of your choice for $2.00. We were allowed to sit in the clubs and drink or on the ice next to the gangway and drink. Any enlisted man could write his name on the bottles and give them to the officer of the deck when returning to the ship. The bottles would be locked away in storage and you would be given them back when we returned to our homeport of Seattle, WA.
Officers on the other hand were trustworthy (seriously?) and could keep their booze because they were officers and gentlemen and would not violate the no drinking alcohol while aboard ship. (Yeah. Right.) It just so happened that I was assigned to a tight knit group of engineers and had been on the icebreaker for almost two years already. My chief and other petty officers I worked for liked me. The ships Engineering Officer knew me and liked me. Even some of the junior officers liked me. When in port we would often coincidentally be found in the same bars drinking even.
Anyway, as we approached the gangway, two of the officers volunteered to carry the booze for us enlisted pukes aboard. After we saluted the OD, the Engineering Officer ordered us down to his office because he wanted to go over the upcoming maintenance plan with us. (The department I was in at the time was in charge of maintaining ships systems such as fresh water, sewage pumps, landing craft, cranes, etc.) Once in his office he passed out the bottles - mine was Wild Turkey - and turned on some music. We all just sat there and talked and smoked cigars. At some point I got up to go to the head and didn't return.
The roving security watch stander told me he found me passed out on a couch in the rec area, put a pillow under my head and covered me with a blanket. I woke with a terrible hangover. The Commander said he put my bottles in the liquor locker and I could have what was left when we got back to Seattle. I had maybe a quarter of a bottle left. Couldn't drink Wild Turkey for three or four years after that.
I remember getting together with some of my Marine bothers, some were vets, some were still active duty. We went bar hopping in Philadelphia were we were doing shots at every bar we hit. Being the big Jack Daniels fan that I was, my shots we all Jack. At some point, the night became a blur and I was told that I left my stomach all over the city. Apparently, I as still drinking but as I sad, the night was a blur and I don't have much recollection of what happened.
When I woke up the next afternoon, I felt like someone parked a tank on my head and left it running. It took nearly a week to recover from that ordeal. I remember praying to God that if I managed to live, I would never drink to that point EVER AGAIN. From then on, I could no longer stomach Jack Daniels and to this day, I get queasy just smelling it. I haven't to this day, ever got drunk to that point as I know when enough is enough and nothing will change that. That was the worst I have ever felt in my life.