Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there's none so rare, as can compare,
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
I don’t have any fiddlers (except Internet music), but I have some very fine pipes. Here’s my Caminetto Pot with silver spigot mount, just loaded with Patriot Flake (Dan Tobacco, Germany).
Look about you.
used to have several, and they were lost in a move, think they got tossed, which I'd stopped smoking pipes after getting out of college.
Everytime I see these and go into the cigar store I think about picking one up, but know the danger that lurks is I'd just be starting another bad habit and creating a collection...
"My rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after and if need be during all meals and in the intervals between them." Winston Churchill
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