Meerschaum and Briar pipes for me, but alas, it’s not allowed in the house. Oh well, at least this adds a few years and better health for everyone.
You know I can still remember the smell of my uncle’s pipe when I was a kid. My great uncle that is, driving a combine through wheat fields and returning at the end of the day, smoking his pipe and telling stories of when he was younger. I’ll never smoke again, though. It was too hard to quit the first four times.