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It's my birthday! So I opened a tin of FVF, cellared Feb, 2007. Smooth and tasty, it is! I cut some into small rectangles which I spread out on a plate to sit for an hour to make it somewhat combustible. The rest I put into a Weck canning jar along with a humidifying capsule. I'll smoke one bowl a week, usually on Sunday, while it lasts. And sipping a cup of espresso – I don't take it in one quick shot as the Italians do. Life is good!
Happy Birthday Doug! Can't go wrong with FVF.Quote:
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Pulled an Alister Crowley and smoked some rum-soaked perique.
Happy Birthday! Do I need to break out the birthday dirge again?Quote:
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Smoking Rattray's Red Raparree in a Rattray's Cherrywood army mount... trying to decide if I should crack a beer to go with it.
Happy birthday, and excellent tobacco choice!Quote:
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Having some homemade flake in a cheap briar. This flake is from batch 35, which I pressed in March. It's mostly cigar trimmings, augmented with some homemade cavendish, latakia, and a light peach/vanilla flavoring.
Kentucky club brush creek in the semi bent, squared shank billiard while grillin up some burgers.
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@Pipe Smoker , happy birthday my friend. A bowl of aged FVF is a good way to celebrate it.
I'm currently on the balcony with a glass of 12 year old Scotch and a bowl of SG Navy Flake in my Savinelli Champagne bulldog.
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Happy Birthday !!
It's been a peculiar day. Now, I'm not a young man. Hell, who am I kidding, I'm older than dirt. But there are things that will make you really feel the weight of those years on your back, and today I received one of them. This morning the phone rang just as I had finished pouring milk on my corn flakes, it was my daughter. The conversation started off with the usual "How are you doing? How are you feeling? How are you getting around?" Then a pause and a sigh, then "By the way, you're going to be a great-grandfather". My oldest granddaughter, who is 25, is with child. I don't recall any of the conversation that followed but I began to think of my own great-grandfather, who I never met, who sported a pipe in every family photo I've seen. I wondered what he smoked in that pipe and decided it was likely a burley, perhaps even Carter Hall. So, trying to get in touch with my own inner great grandpa, I've spent the day smoking bowl after bowl of Carter Hall. In the end I can't say that I've gained any significant insight into what it was like to be a great grandfather or a pipe smoker at the beginning of the 20th century, but I can tell you that I'd kill for a bowl of Three nuns right now.