Why/When/How did you start smoking a pipe?
PappyJoe
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I started in 1972 while floating around the icepack in the Bering Sea during what was called a "Summer Cruise". I had a el cheapo drugstore pipe and what ever OTC the ship's store carried. Other than my grandfather who smoked a pipe, I didn't know any other pipes smokers before that but we had maybe 15 or 20 on the boat. They would sit around on the fantail or on the mess deck and smoke their pipes when off duty. This was back when the only time you couldn't smoke in the dining area was during meals. So I joined them.
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were and are the pinnacle of mature smoking.Now I just really like the flavors and relaxation
that comes with the ritual.
I actually did once make the mistake of trying to smoke some of his tobacco. All I remember is that it was awful, and that my mother developed a nosebleed just from sitting in the same room.
Bought a Peterson from smokingpipes.com, some pipe tobacco from Boswells, and dove into the hobby, never looking back.
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My grand father (a frightening man) smoked a pipe. He had a pipe rack that held seven or eight pipes, and had a green glass humidor in the center. He smoked either walnut or Granger, depending upon what was available. The odd thing was that he used the humidor to store his pipe cleaners and matches.
He only ever smoked out of a corn cob pipe.
I was always afraid of him. But one day I screwed up my courage and told him I wanted to smoke a pipe.
This stern man became a different person. I had never seen him smile or tell a joke, but that day he explained how to smoke a pipe. Why he had so many pipes. How he cleans his and much more that I have since forgotten. He promised that when he died I could have one of his pipes to keep.
He died in the early 1970's. I never got that pipe, but I did start smoking soon after.
I remember the ritual that he used to go through before each bowl. I wish I had known him better.
My dad smoked a pipe when I was young — I still think of him whenever I smell cherry cavendish. That's probably why I started. I love the literary associations (J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Sherlock Holmes), and for some reason it seems to be popular in the theological circles I run in (youngish, Reformed).
My first pipe was a Dr. Grabow. I still smoke it from time to time.
I was a heavy smoker in high school smoking, 2 packs of Marlboro a day and chewing 3/4 to 1 tin of Copenhagen a day. I quit smoking cold turkey in my mid 20s, (I just turned 41 this past August), though because my girlfriend at the time but future wife to be was allergic to cigarette smoke. I quit chewing in my late 20's because I kept getting little white sores in my mouth so that scared me.
Fast forward to April... or maybe it was May of 2016. I was trying to think of ways to stay awake while driving truck through the night, (getting tired of the struggle after about 14 years of doing so), without going back to cigarettes, (not even an option in my mind. NEVER again), or chewing in fear of getting those little white sores back. I decided that a pipe might be an option. I investigated it rather heavily on the Internet and decided the health risks were minimal enough that I'd give it a try... or at lest somehow break it to the wife that I wanted to give it a try.
So sitting around one of our weekly or so campfires out in the front yard, I just mentioned to her that I thought it'd be fun to try smoking a pipe for something to do while sitting around the fire and trying to stay alert while driving. Expecting to get shot down right away, she said, "I like the smell of pipe smoke". Wait, what?! You're ok with me doing this. (Oh, I didn't mention that she's a nurse. It was fitting that we met up since I was a bull rider on the APRA circuit).
Well, that settled it right there and then. I watched countless hours of how to videos and tobacco review videos and whatever else I could look up over the next couple days, Went out and found a local b&m tobacco store and picked up a Missouri Meerschaum Country Gentleman pipe and a couple ounces of Maple & Rum, I think made by Lane tobacco. After watching a couple more how to videos on YouTube I figured the 3 step packing technique out after only a couple of try's. Since then I've ordered several different kinds of tobacco deciding I don't care for burly tobaccos because they taste to much like cigarettes, (I despise that taste and smell now) but very very much enjoy English and Balcan tobaccos.
I since met a fellow pipe smoker at church but don't ever get to smoke with him due to my intense work/driving schedule.
O.K. I better cut this story off now, that got more lengthy and detailed than I planned.