The Ashton Pipe Story/fr: Difference between revisions

The Ashton Pipe Story/fr (view source)

Revision as of 19:38, 8 February 2020

233 bytes added , 4 years ago

Created page with "Commençons par le début – le vrai début. J'aime les pipes en bruyère depuis que je suis gosse- et pas nécessairement pour les fumer toutes ; mais pour les avoir et boss..."

Sethile

Bureaucrats, Administrators

23,097

edits

@@ Line 7: / Line 7: @@
 (version inédite)
-Let’s start at the beginning- the real beginning. I’ve liked briar smoking pipes since I was a kid- and not necessarily to smoke either; but to possess and to work with (or fool with). I was twelve when I went to a nearby drug store and spied something special- two packs of Holiday pipe tobacco and a briar pipe, all for 79 cents. I had to have that pipe, and so I bought the package. I smoked the pipe of course, but didn’t like it much. Taste was rather rough. And I really didn’t like the shiny surface of that pipe. So grabbed some sandpaper and took that shine right off. Looked much better then- but not good enough. After all it was a pipe, and to my twelve year old mind pipes should look old. So I went back to work with various tools and made that pipe look- different. Not at all satisfied with my workmanship I went out and bought another pipe- this time without the tobacco. Didn’t even smoke this one before I started in changing its appearance. And I think I did a damn good job. Made that pipe look as if it had gone through all sorts of catastrophes and come out sort of all right. I was pleased.
+Commençons par le début – le vrai début. J'aime les pipes en bruyère depuis que je suis gosse- et pas nécessairement pour les fumer toutes ; mais pour les avoir et bosser avec, (ou perdre mon temps). J'avais douze ans quand je suis allé dans le drugstore d'à côté et j'ai regardé fixement quelque chose de particulier– deux boîtes de tabac Holiday et une pipe de bruyère, le tout pour 79 cents. Il me fallait cette pipe, donc j'achetais l'ensemble. J'ai fumé la pipe, bien sûr, mais je n'ai pas beaucoup aimé. Le goût était plutôt fort. Et je n'aimais pas vraiment la surface brillante de cette pipe. Aussi j'attrapais un peu de papier de verre et j'enlevais ce brillant. Ca semblait mieux comme cela,- mais pas encore assez. Après tout c'était ma pipe, et vu du haut de mes douze ans, une pipe devait avoir l'air vieille. Aussi je me remis au travail avec différents outils et je donnais à cette pipe un aspect … différent. Pas du tout satisfait de mon ouvrage, je sortis et achetais une autre pipe- cette fois là sans tabac. Je ne fumais même pas celle-là avant de commencer à changer son apparence. Et je pense que j'avais fait un sacré bon boulot. J'avais donné à cette pipe l'allure qu'elle aurait eue si elle était passée par toutes sortes de catastrophes et s'en était sortie saine et sauve. J'étais satisfait.
 My pipe smoking kind of ebbed and flowed over the next several years, but didn’t really amount to much. I messed with cigarettes a lot while in high school and some in college but gradually shifted over more to pipe smoking until I stopped cigarettes completely. Helping the shift immeasurably was my father who, a month before I was to begin my freshman year in college, took me to the John Middleton shop in Philadelphia and allowed me to select a Dunhill pipe for myself. Now, as I said, I had been messing with pipes for awhile and I had about 10 or 12- mostly Middleton Old Mariner’s and some Kaywoodie’s (made in London). So I knew that a Dunhill was considered to be, at that time, the best. And I really found it to be the best- in terms of smoking quality and sheer craftsmanship. That pipe helped turn me into not only a confirmed pipe smoker, but a Dunhill pipe smoker. Coming home from college on some weekends I would visit the Dunhill Shop in Philadelphia (the John Middleton shop being no longer good enough for me), and with money scrimped and saved I could occasionally purchase a Dunhill pipe. I was now a connoisseur.