The Pleasures of the Pipe Smoke
I’ve stopped smoking cigarettes. Some days back, I had a throat problem that made me unable to smoke. Cigarettes then started to taste vile and sickly. Not that they were awesomely tasty before that, but they had their pluses.
After I recovered, I couldn’t smoke cigarettes too much. For one, they didn’t taste too good anymore. I switched to cheap King Edward cigars for a bit, but you can’t really smoke cigars on a regular basis.
At times like these, a young man’s fancy strays to… PIPES! So I read up a bit and bought myself an inexpensive Sanda pipe, and a packet of Drum Halfzware (half-dark) tobacco.
For those of us who are used to smoking shitty processed tobacco in cigarettes, smoking pure tobacco is like eating at Pizza Hut for the first time after having eaten Amul Pizza for four years. You can taste it! That’s right! And it tastes good. Really. Mouth-watering good.
If I could compare it to anything, I’d say it tastes like coffee smells, but with a slight nutty dance happening in the back room. Slightly sweet, and subtle tones that I can’t really describe, but are remarkably pleasant. And a wonderful tingly sensation when you’re into it.
Also, on the health side, you don’t inhale, so it’s safer. All the work that goes into preparing a pipe ensures that you don’t smoke too often.
Good old social conditioning has made it so that just holding a pipe in my hand makes me feel relaxed. Loving it. Now, I need to look up good pipe makers in India. Yes, I have a habit of high hopes.
Pros: All of the above
Cons: Smoking a pipe makes me look like a wannabe Sherlock Holmes, but meh, to hell with it.
Update: Two days after writing this, I chain smoked for two days. Will try to stop. I know you’re hanging on to my every word now, whoever you are. My life is just so interesting, you see. What makes me different from the millions of other blogs out there? Nothing! Go on now, get out.