My pipe is lit, as here I sit
Enraptured, from the scent of it
Around my head, the smoke, in swirls
Attends to me Iike dancing girls
It moves and sways beneath my nose
Then ever outward, upward goes
A Latakia campfire smell
Or Cavendish can serve me well
A burley with its chocolate hint
I fill a briar,...
I'm quite a fan of the philtpads. I am a regular pipe smoker and I find that they help when a days worth of smoking is on the cards. I found with most of my pipes half way down the first bowl they would sound terrible, and that would only...