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== Cannoy Pipes: A History == | == Cannoy Pipes: A History == | ||
So there I was, back in the nineties, in the middle of the “cigar boom”. I had just been married and had a job fit for a man’s man. Conditions were ripe for me to spend plenty of time at the smoke shop. On my days off from my job as a R&D mechanic for large equipment manufacturer in central Florida, I would spend 8 to 10 hours at my local brick and mortar. Between sampling the newest double corona or robust maduro, I would glance over the selection of pipes and tobaccos. Occasionally someone would walk in with a lit pipe and I would catch a whiff. It smelled great, of course, as one would expect a heavy vanilla or cherry blend to. | [[File:Cannoy-Blowfish-Pipe 0286.jpg|thumb|300px|left]][[File:Cannoy-Blowfish-Pipe 0287.jpg|thumb|300px]][[File:Cannoy-Chocolate-Suede-Canadian-Pipe 0217.jpg|thumb|300px|left]][[File:Cannoy-Chocolate-Suede-Canadian-Pipe 0227.jpg|thumb|300px]][[File:Cannoy-Wax-Drip-Pipe 0205.jpg|thumb|300px|left]][[File:Cannoy-Wax-Drip-Pipe 0211.jpg|thumb|300px]]So there I was, back in the nineties, in the middle of the “cigar boom”. I had just been married and had a job fit for a man’s man. Conditions were ripe for me to spend plenty of time at the smoke shop. On my days off from my job as a R&D mechanic for large equipment manufacturer in central Florida, I would spend 8 to 10 hours at my local brick and mortar. Between sampling the newest double corona or robust maduro, I would glance over the selection of pipes and tobaccos. Occasionally someone would walk in with a lit pipe and I would catch a whiff. It smelled great, of course, as one would expect a heavy vanilla or cherry blend to. | ||
Now, my uncle smoked pipes for as long as I could remember. The smell of someone’s pipe in the shop reminded me of my visits to my uncle’s house and the unmistakable aroma of his Prince Albert and Dr. Grabow. I had succumbed to the enticement of the odor and bought a basket pipe and a house blend. It was all downhill from there. | Now, my uncle smoked pipes for as long as I could remember. The smell of someone’s pipe in the shop reminded me of my visits to my uncle’s house and the unmistakable aroma of his Prince Albert and Dr. Grabow. I had succumbed to the enticement of the odor and bought a basket pipe and a house blend. It was all downhill from there. | ||