The Birds of a Feather series is coming to an end with Anomalous releasing on March 15th and Paradoxical shortly thereafter in May. But, just as one amazing series comes to an end, another incredible one is on the horizon. Per Georg Jensen will once again be joining us to create his next Signature Series (name to revealed soon). This series promises to be just as unique if not more than the last.
So...who wants to join us on Tuesday, April 25th from 10:00 a.m. - 4:00 p.m. - right here at the Sutliff Factory in Richmond, Virginia and be the first to review and have access to these delicious blends and spend time and have lunch with Per Georg???
Space is limited to 20 guests and seats will be filled on a First-Come-First-Served basis. If you are interested please call the office at 804-233-7668 x228 or email adinkins@sutliff-tobacco.com.
Again space is limited so you must act fast. But we ask that you please make sure you can definitely attend so we give everyone who wishes to spend the day with Per the opportunity to do so!
<< Hill of Slane is fragrant and fills the room with warmth yet is mellow so as not to be overpowering. It burns cool and doesn’t overheat but burns long to allow the smoker time to slowly enjoy the gifts of the blend. And it is welcoming and inviting to all those around so they too can enjoy the sweet nuances of traditional Irish Cream. A unique and satisfying blend of air and flu-cured tobaccos of Virginia and Burley, expertly blended. >>
A little essay on pipesmoking https://youtu.be/Ui6fq8pR_sM Ayodeji Malcolm Guite (born 12 November 1957) is an English poet, singer-songwriter, Anglican priest, and academic. Born in Nigeria to British expatriate parents, Guite earned degrees from Cambridge and Durham universities. His research interests include the intersection of religion and the arts, and the examination of the works of J. R. R. Tolkien.
Laudisi Enterprises, a global leader of pipes and pipe tobacco, is planning a $3.7 million facility upgrade, retaining 112 jobs as part of the venture, according to county documents.
A company representative was not immediately available for comment but CEO Sykes Wilford said during a 2018 expansion his company is “deeply committed” to remaining in Horry County. A 20-year property tax break could be on the way this spring to aid in its growth.
In 2005, Wilford opened Low Country Pipe and Cigar in Little River. Seven years later, Italy-based pipe manufacturer Savinelli asked Laudisi to become its sole domestic distributor.
As I was deleting files from my computer, I found this old article I had copied and saved. It's an essay written by A.A. Milne in the 1920s.
"Smoking as a Fine Art" My first introduction to Lady Nicotine was at the innocent age of eight, when, finding a small piece of somebody else’s tobacco lying unclaimed on the ground, I decided to experiment with it. Numerous desert island stories had told me that the pangs of hunger could be allayed by chewing tobacco; it was thus that the hero staved off death before discovering the bread-fruit tree. Every right-minded boy of eight hopes to be shipwrecked one day, and it was proper that I should find out for myself whether my authorities could be trusted in this matter. So I chewed tobacco. In the sense that I certainly did not desire food for some time afterwards, my experience justified the authorities, but I felt at the time that it was not so much for staving off death as for reconciling oneself to it that tobacco-chewing was to be recommended. I have never practiced it since.
At eighteen I went to Cambridge, and bought two pipes in a case. In those days Greek was compulsory, but not more so than two pipes in a case. One of the pipes had an amber stem and the other a vulcanite stem, and both of them had silver belts. That also was compulsory. Having bought them, one was free to smoke cigarettes. However, at the end of my first year I got to work seriously on a shilling briar, and I have smoked that, or something like it, ever since.
In the last four years there has grown up a new school of pipe- smokers, by which (I suspect) I am hardly regarded as a pipe- smoker at all. This school buys its pipes always at one particular shop; its pupils would as soon think of smoking a pipe without the white spot as of smoking brown paper. So far are they from smoking brown paper that each one of them has his tobacco specially blended according to the colour of his hair, his taste in revues, and the locality in which he lives. The first blend is naturally not the ideal one. It is only when he has been a confirmed smoker for at least three months, and knows the best and worst of all tobaccos, that his exact requirements can be satisfied.
However, it is the pipe rather than the tobacco which marks him as belonging to this particular school. He pins his faith, not so much to its labour-saving devices as to the white spot outside, the white spot of an otherwise aimless life. This tells the world that it is one of THE pipes. Never was an announcement more superfluous. From the moment, shortly after breakfast, when he strikes his first match to the moment, just before bed-time, when he strikes his hundredth, it is obviously THE pipe which he is smoking.
For whereas men of an older school, like myself, smoke for the pleasure of smoking, men of this school smoke for the pleasure of pipe-owning—of selecting which of their many white-spotted pipes they will fill with their specially-blended tobacco, of filling the one so chosen, of lighting it, of taking it from the mouth to gaze lovingly at the white spot and thus letting it go out, of lighting it again and letting it go out again, of polishing it up with their own special polisher and putting it to bed, and then the pleasure of beginning all over again with another white- spotted one. They are not so much pipe-smokers as pipe-keepers; and to have spoken as I did just now of their owning pipes was wrong, for it is they who are in bondage to the white spot. This school is founded firmly on four years of war. When at the age of eighteen you are suddenly given a cheque-book and called “Sir,” you must do something by way of acknowledgment. A pipe in the mouth makes it clear that there has been no mistake—you are undoubtedly a man. But you may be excused for feeling after the first pipe that the joys of smoking have been rated too high, and for trying to extract your pleasure from the polish on the pipe’s surface, the pride of possessing a special mixture of your own, and such-like matters, rather than from the actual inspiration and expiration of smoke. In the same way a man not fond of reading may find delight in a library of well-bound books. They are pleasant to handle, pleasant to talk about, pleasant to show to friends. But it is the man without the library of well-bound books who generally does most of the reading.
So I feel that it is we of the older school who do most of the smoking. We smoke unconsciously while we are doing other things; THEY try, but not very successfully, to do other things while they are consciously smoking. No doubt they despise us, and tell themselves that we are not real smokers, but I fancy that they feel a little uneasy sometimes. For my young friends are always trying to persuade me to join their school, to become one of the white-spotted ones. I have no desire to be of their company, but I am prepared to make a suggestion to the founder of the school. It is that he should invent a pipe, white spot and all, which smokes itself. His pupils could hang it in the mouth as picturesquely as before, but the incidental bother of keeping it alight would no longer trouble them
@PappyJoe that's quite the read. pleasingly put with no shortage of shade cast over Dunhill or perhaps more accurately those who covet Dunhill pipes more than smoking said pipe. But is it is as bad as he seems to make it out to be? I see myself as sitting squarely on both of sides of the "issue". As an example, I like to read and have done so avidly at times but I also like to collect books as well. Same with pipe tobacco. I like the act of smoking my pipe and also the flavors and nuance and the having of the tobacco. Perhaps i've missed Milne's point, but I think hobbies/products/endeavors need "the white spotters" to some extent in this day and age. Hipsters, who I feel are undoubtedly white spotters, have kept dying hobbies alive and even beckoned in a revival for some, look at record sales. Not to discount those dedicated few who have been steadfast at these endeavors for the long haul only to say that those in it for glamour/status play a critical part nonetheless. You have only to look at the antique decoy market to see both the good and bad in what white spotters bring to the table.
White Spotters?? Heck, nobody these days gives a rats ass about White Spots, most wouldn’t even know what the hell you’re talking about. When I first started this ordeal😉, I though I would never own a Dunhill…but then one came up as an estate that was made the year my father was born and in a shape I had/have grown to love, a Lovat. I got it for around $100…..a piece of history nearly 100 years old. It was not pristine, but it cleaned up ok and smokes fine, better than some, but not anything “above and beyond”. Guess what, now I needed to find a 1964 that I liked, and I did, and I got it for <$200..again, not pristine, but not thrashed either. Yep, it smokes fine, better than some, but not anything “earth shattering”. I buy pipes to look at, hold, smoke. I never buy a pipe just to look at, eventually they will all be smoked. The problem is, when I buy something, I do so because I like it and I will almost never give up on it. If it smokes crappy, I just don’t smoke it as much. I will never be a hardcore pipe smoker, and I do not want to be. I am definitely a collector (of a myriad of things), why? It beats the hell out of me, all I know is that it’s mental, call me crazy. I enjoy my time with a pipe and go with the flow. I would hope to enjoy a pipe, a drink, and conversation with a bunch of friends around a campfire/fire-pit as often as possible, no matter what pipe or tobacco I smoke.
In my opinion, "White Spot" doesn't have the same cachet as Dunhill used to have. It's sad that a company that was basically built on the foundation of pipes and pipe tobacco now doesn't want to be associated with the products that was once a large part of its existence.
That being said, many pipe smokers I've known had no clue to the fact that pre-1950, Kaywoodie was considered to be a higher quality and better smoking pipe than Dunhill from the same era - even with the stinger. That just goes to show what creative marketing and branding can do to public perception of a product.
I have owned two Dunhills. One was a 1976 Dunhill Red Bark billiard I found at an antique/junk shop and paid $79 for (I think, it's been a few years). It cleaned up nice and it was an ok smoker but the bowl seemed to get hotter than I liked. I sold it for $150.
My other Dunhill was a gift. It was given to me by one of the managers at our local tobacco shop a few months before the "crisis" which shut down American in 2020. I had mentioned that I was still looking for a good estate Dunhill and he asked if I wanted a bent or straight. When I said bent, he reached up to his personal pipe rack and handed me a Dunhill. It is a 1926 Dunhill Bruyere Patent with a swan neck stem. It cleaned up nice and it is one of my better smoking pipes. When a chip came out of the bit, I sent it to someone who specializes in Dunhill pipes and he made me a new stem. He told me I had a rare Dunhill and if I ever decided to sell it not to take less than $800 for it. He then said the pipe could be worth up to $1800 to the right collector.
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So...who wants to join us on Tuesday, April 25th from 10:00 a.m. - 4:00 p.m. - right here at the Sutliff Factory in Richmond, Virginia and be the first to review and have access to these delicious blends and spend time and have lunch with Per Georg???
Space is limited to 20 guests and seats will be filled on a First-Come-First-Served basis. If you are interested please call the office at 804-233-7668 x228 or email adinkins@sutliff-tobacco.com.
Again space is limited so you must act fast. But we ask that you please make sure you can definitely attend so we give everyone who wishes to spend the day with Per the opportunity to do so!
https://archive.org/details/pipe-lovers-magazine-1946-7/
https://archive.org/details/pipe-lovers-magazine-1947-11/
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<< Hill of Slane is fragrant and fills the room with warmth yet is mellow so as not to be overpowering. It burns cool and doesn’t overheat but burns long to allow the smoker time to slowly enjoy the gifts of the blend. And it is welcoming and inviting to all those around so they too can enjoy the sweet nuances of traditional Irish Cream. A unique and satisfying blend of air and flu-cured tobaccos of Virginia and Burley, expertly blended. >>
Ayodeji Malcolm Guite (born 12 November 1957) is an English poet, singer-songwriter, Anglican priest, and academic. Born in Nigeria to British expatriate parents, Guite earned degrees from Cambridge and Durham universities. His research interests include the intersection of religion and the arts, and the examination of the works of J. R. R. Tolkien.
https://www.tobaccopipes.com/blog/glossary-of-tobacco-pipe-and-pipe-tobacco-terms/
https://www.danpipe.de/en/make-blend
Laudisi Enterprises, a global leader of pipes and pipe tobacco, is planning a $3.7 million facility upgrade, retaining 112 jobs as part of the venture, according to county documents.
A company representative was not immediately available for comment but CEO Sykes Wilford said during a 2018 expansion his company is “deeply committed” to remaining in Horry County. A 20-year property tax break could be on the way this spring to aid in its growth.
In 2005, Wilford opened Low Country Pipe and Cigar in Little River. Seven years later, Italy-based pipe manufacturer Savinelli asked Laudisi to become its sole domestic distributor.
https://amp.myrtlebeachonline.com/news/local/article272618767.html
https://www.abc12.com/news/historic-pipe-shop-stuck-between-two-condemned-buildings/article_684a7cc8-d593-11ed-82b1-97d30e410804.html
El Sucko!
I wonder where the insurance company’s are!
It's Flint...do insurance companies even insure there after the BLM/Antifa crap?
The pipes are calling: confessions of a pipe-smoker
Of all the vices I’ve explored, it's my favourite
Nice mentions of Bradley, Muttnchop, and George Bruno. I believe the Spectator is one of the oldest weekly publications, if not the oldest.
https://www.youtube.com/@ytpctheater/videos
https://aits.co.uk/the-pleasures-of-tobacco/guide-to-pipe-smoking/
https://aits.co.uk/the-pleasures-of-tobacco/guide-to-pipe-smoking/types-of-pipe-tobacco/
https://aits.co.uk/the-pleasures-of-tobacco/guide-to-pipe-smoking/types-of-pipe/
Most interesting...
Who knew that a clay pipe was both a weapon and a surgical tool.
https://theconversation.com/amp/researchers-discover-18th-century-clay-tobacco-pipes-were-used-as-weapons-and-surgical-tools-204295
"Smoking as a Fine Art"
My first introduction to Lady Nicotine was at the innocent age of eight, when, finding a small piece of somebody else’s tobacco lying unclaimed on the ground, I decided to experiment with it. Numerous desert island stories had told me that the pangs of hunger could be allayed by chewing tobacco; it was thus that the hero staved off death before discovering the bread-fruit tree. Every right-minded boy of eight hopes to be shipwrecked one day, and it was proper that I should find out for myself whether my authorities could be trusted in this matter. So I chewed tobacco. In the sense that I certainly did not desire food for some time afterwards, my experience justified the authorities, but I felt at the time that it was not so much for staving off death as for reconciling oneself to it that tobacco-chewing was to be recommended. I have never practiced it since.
At eighteen I went to Cambridge, and bought two pipes in a case. In those days Greek was compulsory, but not more so than two pipes in a case. One of the pipes had an amber stem and the other a vulcanite stem, and both of them had silver belts. That also was compulsory. Having bought them, one was free to smoke cigarettes. However, at the end of my first year I got to work seriously on a shilling briar, and I have smoked that, or something like it, ever since.
In the last four years there has grown up a new school of pipe- smokers, by which (I suspect) I am hardly regarded as a pipe- smoker at all. This school buys its pipes always at one particular shop; its pupils would as soon think of smoking a pipe without the white spot as of smoking brown paper. So far are they from smoking brown paper that each one of them has his tobacco specially blended according to the colour of his hair, his taste in revues, and the locality in which he lives. The first blend is naturally not the ideal one. It is only when he has been a confirmed smoker for at least three months, and knows the best and worst of all tobaccos, that his exact requirements can be satisfied.
However, it is the pipe rather than the tobacco which marks him as belonging to this particular school. He pins his faith, not so much to its labour-saving devices as to the white spot outside, the white spot of an otherwise aimless life. This tells the world that it is one of THE pipes. Never was an announcement more superfluous. From the moment, shortly after breakfast, when he strikes his first match to the moment, just before bed-time, when he strikes his hundredth, it is obviously THE pipe which he is smoking.
For whereas men of an older school, like myself, smoke for the pleasure of smoking, men of this school smoke for the pleasure of pipe-owning—of selecting which of their many white-spotted pipes they will fill with their specially-blended tobacco, of filling the one so chosen, of lighting it, of taking it from the mouth to gaze lovingly at the white spot and thus letting it go out, of lighting it again and letting it go out again, of polishing it up with their own special polisher and putting it to bed, and then the pleasure of beginning all over again with another white- spotted one. They are not so much pipe-smokers as pipe-keepers; and to have spoken as I did just now of their owning pipes was wrong, for it is they who are in bondage to the white spot. This school is founded firmly on four years of war. When at the age of eighteen you are suddenly given a cheque-book and called “Sir,” you must do something by way of acknowledgment. A pipe in the mouth makes it clear that there has been no mistake—you are undoubtedly a man. But you may be excused for feeling after the first pipe that the joys of smoking have been rated too high, and for trying to extract your pleasure from the polish on the pipe’s surface, the pride of possessing a special mixture of your own, and such-like matters, rather than from the actual inspiration and expiration of smoke. In the same way a man not fond of reading may find delight in a library of well-bound books. They are pleasant to handle, pleasant to talk about, pleasant to show to friends. But it is the man without the library of well-bound books who generally does most of the reading.
So I feel that it is we of the older school who do most of the smoking. We smoke unconsciously while we are doing other things; THEY try, but not very successfully, to do other things while they are consciously smoking. No doubt they despise us, and tell themselves that we are not real smokers, but I fancy that they feel a little uneasy sometimes. For my young friends are always trying to persuade me to join their school, to become one of the white-spotted ones. I have no desire to be of their company, but I am prepared to make a suggestion to the founder of the school. It is that he should invent a pipe, white spot and all, which smokes itself. His pupils could hang it in the mouth as picturesquely as before, but the incidental bother of keeping it alight would no longer trouble them
In my opinion, "White Spot" doesn't have the same cachet as Dunhill used to have. It's sad that a company that was basically built on the foundation of pipes and pipe tobacco now doesn't want to be associated with the products that was once a large part of its existence.
That being said, many pipe smokers I've known had no clue to the fact that pre-1950, Kaywoodie was considered to be a higher quality and better smoking pipe than Dunhill from the same era - even with the stinger. That just goes to show what creative marketing and branding can do to public perception of a product.
I have owned two Dunhills. One was a 1976 Dunhill Red Bark billiard I found at an antique/junk shop and paid $79 for (I think, it's been a few years).
It cleaned up nice and it was an ok smoker but the bowl seemed to get hotter than I liked. I sold it for $150.
My other Dunhill was a gift. It was given to me by one of the managers at our local tobacco shop a few months before the "crisis" which shut down American in 2020. I had mentioned that I was still looking for a good estate Dunhill and he asked if I wanted a bent or straight. When I said bent, he reached up to his personal pipe rack and handed me a Dunhill. It is a 1926 Dunhill Bruyere Patent with a swan neck stem. It cleaned up nice and it is one of my better smoking pipes. When a chip came out of the bit, I sent it to someone who specializes in Dunhill pipes and he made me a new stem. He told me I had a rare Dunhill and if I ever decided to sell it not to take less than $800 for it. He then said the pipe could be worth up to $1800 to the right collector.
I smoke it two or three times a week.
https://youtu.be/hSm36uljBBU
There will be a quarterly Zoom meeting for the UPCA on 11 June 2023 at 3pm Eastern Time and Noon Pacific Time. You will find the link below:
https://us06web.zoom.us/j/88324842224?pwd=OWJUNnVrZ1E2cFJLTHZhMjJSR3ArUT09
(The Pipe Cottage)