Forum | Becoming a real “Chap”? Buying a pipe!

Sirs, for many years, on and off and dependent on finances, I have enjoyed the odd

Cuban cigar. Bolivar, Monte Christo, Cohiba (Fidel’s favourite), to name a few. With a

fine single malt or vintage brandy, it’s one of life’s treasured luxuries.

The cost of this little bit of heaven is quite high so as I mature in years I have

thought of buying a pipe. This opens a whole new world as to styles, materials and 

makers. My dear departed father used to smoke a fine Irish make, Peterson, from Dublin.

I recently ventured into one of the very few remaining smoking emporiums in Cheltenham

to view this beautiful range of items. With so many to choose from I noticed a special edition

range named after famous literary giants: Keats, Yeats, Shaw, and Joyce. Although not highly

educated myself, I allude to higher realms from time to time. My enthusiasm was dulled somewhat

when the shop owner said, with a glint in his eye, “… and there is the Wilde version”.

I could not help but start to perspire and indeed, tremble at the very thought of owning such an

item. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m as broad minded as many of us are, but the thought of having Oscar Wilde’s

“pipe” in my mouth has got me thinking that I will keep puffing my Tom Thumbs!

Ride on!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v.….re=related

Mission accomplished. 

Evening Gentlemen,

Mrs Adam and I recently went to see Casablanca at the moving picture house, the first film of the night was a Laurel and Hardy short where they both end up in a bar.

The barman comes over to take the order:

Oliver: I’ll have two beers please

Stan: (Looks at Oliver) I’ll have two beers as well

So much better if I could have found the clip.

Regards,

Adam

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Dear Mr. Morse, thank you. I do indeed frequent Tobacco World! A dying breed. Unfortunatley it is

nestled in one of those awful ‘shopping malls’ with chavs loitering. Same company.

The Sambucca sounds wonderful, although reminds me of a very embarrassing event at a restaurant in

London some years ago: I was squeezed into a corner seat on a table of nine, due to a very busy night.

Flaming Sambucca was served with coffee after a very fine meal. One needed to visit the gentlemen’s room

with the only way out being over the table. Yes, flames took advantage of the liqour being knocked over by

yours truly! 

I am a presently on Ashton’s Artisan Blend with Latakia, Perique and Virginia tobaccos. Heady. I do have an

eye of one of Peterson’s Royal Irish Rosslare pipes: amber stem and light honey briar.…… many pennies!

As for the shag, if you PM me I can advise on a Madam in Belgravia.…..

Puff away!

As befitting as Grouch Marx’s eyebrows and moustache! Bassett’s I hope?