I finally got a pipe to stay lit, and smoked most of it (I think). Not as tasty as it smells when it’s not burning. A little bit of a bite afterwards. It was a sampling of the Black Cherry Cavendish I bought my Dad for Father’s Day. Chocolate ice cream got most of the taste out.
My wife asks me why I insist on trying to smoke, even if it’s a rare occassion. I told her it was to be like my Dad. I guess we all want to be like our role models, and having a pipe reminds me of him. But I think I’ll just chew on it and maybe light a little once or twice a year. I just don’t think it could ever become my own hobby or habit.