Who’s Afraid of Ghosts? Or, Confessions of a Passionate, Yet Undedicated Pipe Smoker

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I don’t dedicate my pipes to particular blend or even genres. I smoke the tobacco I want at the moment in the pipe I want at the moment. I refuse to be hamstrung by self-imposed rules and limitations.

I realize that many pipe smokers disagree, which is fine. Your own enjoyment is what counts here. But I want to put my approach on the record.

I am just not haunted by ghosts of tobaccos past. Maybe I that’s because I have an unrefined palate, which is as much a gift as a curse. Maybe it’s because I don’t mind the faint taste of latakia or perique or maple or even Lakeland in everything I smoke. I’m not sure. What I know is that I don’t mind. At any rate, they don’t call it “ghosting” for nothing. Ghosts are faint and barely visible (or tasteable). So I’m not going to worry about them.

Whatever you do, enjoy the puff!

The Open Door

img_20180528_124658On a visit to Fayetteville, Arkansas, my wife and I dropped in at Open Door Cigars and Pipes, where we were warmly welcomed to this fabulous tobacco establishment, bar, and lounge. It reminds me of those great wood-paneled clubs of old. I picked up some G. L. Pease Haddo’s Delight and Cornell & Diehl Star of the East, both of which I enjoyed on first smoke. I also acquired an HIS black straight apple sandblast, which is now breaking in quite nicely. I’ll definitely be back.

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