I have a wee dram of Laphraig left, and I'm heading out to get more. (I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed that really peatie taste.) It's way too peatie for the novice, but I have come to really love it.)

I can't smoke any more since that little heart thing, but I did get all of my life's quota and most of someone else's in before I died. When I did smoke, I used to buy plain old cheap stuff off the rack mostly. But I did buy some really good blends quite often.

I prefered either an old church warden pipe I'd been given, (Ialso had a clay churchwarden pipe, too, that smoked very well), a full bend meershaum (the best!), a nice full bend Peterson, and a big ole calabash like Sherlock Holmes's. (I refuse to discuss the details of Holmes's pipe smoking; if it was good enough for Basil Rathbone, it was good enough for me. )

I wouldn't dare smoke a pipe now, even though cigarettes were my drug of choice. I was really badly addicted. You know the very true advice: one is too much and a boat load would not be enough.

But Lord how I did love a good pipe on the evening by the fire.