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Clay Tobacco Pipes Once tobacco was introduced to Europe pipe smoking took off at an astounding rate and along with it the manufacture of pipes in profuse quantities. The rise in popularity of smoking grew even against staunch opposition from eminent people of the day. James I was one of the first anti-smokers and his dislike of the habit was to the extreme, in 1603 he wrote his famous 'Counterblaste to tobacco'... "make a kitchen oftentimes in the inward parts of men, soyling and infecting them with an unctuous and oily kind of soot as hath been found in some great tobacco takers that after death were opened. A custom loathsome to the eye, harmful to the brain and dangerous to the lungs." His hatred of smoking prompted him to raise the duty on tobacco . Clay Tobacco Pipes This high cost of tobacco in the earlier years meant that the bowls of the pipes were small, as the years progressed tobacco became, in effect, cheaper so pipe bowls increased in size, and an experienced collector can date a pipe by the size of the bowl. By the early 18th century a standard size for the bowl had been reached and pipes had also become more upright as smokers stored them in pipe racks by using the then fashionable spur on the pipe. Prior to this pipes had a flat heel or base enabling them to be rested on the table, another factor that helps the collector determine the age of a pipe. Many examples of pipe bowls and pipes were very ornate and indeed illustrate many facets of everyday life experienced by their original owners. Clay Tobacco Pipes Because pipe smoking became such a popular activity and clay pipes were cheap and easy to produce it has meant that many were just thrown away once they became dirty or broken, the stem being the most usual breaking point, hence mainly only bowls are to be found. Smokers could easily afford to buy their pipes by the dozen or gross and throw them out regularly. Now we find pieces and whole bowls of the many, many thousands of pipes that were made in all places that people have inhabited during the past 400 years. Good hunting ground for pipes are bottle fairs and auctions. Many pipe bowls are found by bottle collectors whilst digging old Victorian and Edwardian dumps and are sold off by them as they are not of interest to their particular collection. Clay Tobacco Pipes To the novice it may seem odd that so many pipes can be found in our fields and gardens, we all appreciate that the Victorians used dumps but why the unearthing of so many examples elsewhere? Prior to sewerage systems being implemented rubbish and sewage would have been collected during the night and spread in fields, this was known as 'night soil', with this muck would have been many discarded tobacco pipes which would have sunk into the soil to be unearthed in years to come. Pipes had been modeled by hand to begin with but it wasn't long before man was able to create moulds, usually of two parts, to produce the pipes. But there were still delicate procedures involved in finishing the pipes, for instance a wire had to be guided through a hole at the end of the mould to hollow out the stem, but go too far and it would pierce straight through the bowl. The pipes had to be fired for the right time too, over firing would result in brittle clay that would break too easily. Yet even with these problems a skilled pipe maker could produce several hundred pipes per day resulting in a cheap commodity that was easily discarded once used.The very early pipes had been plain with a simple line of rouletting or milling around the bowl, but by Victorian times they had embraced the ability to produce pipes that were highly ornate. They went about depicting almost every subject matter imaginable including commemoratives, such as politicians, comics of the day, heraldic and military emblems plus all sorts of other subjects like animals, sports or even everyday household items. Many pipes can be found with registration marks or numbers which was an attempt by the larger factories to protect their designs from their competitors. Clay Tobacco Pipes Some of the more ornate pipes would have been more expensive to buy than others and may have been kept for 'best' or used by the 'well-off'. The most accomplished ornate pipe makers were the French, their three most famous factories were Fiolet, Gambier and Dumeril. Collectors search out French pipes, as some are very intricate and colourful by the use of enamels to highlight their designs. As with all collectibles, it is important to learn as much as you can before buying. CollectiblesCoach.com
BELLES BRUYÈRES Une “Belle Bruyère” est une pipe réalisée dans un morceau de bruyère de premier choix, particulièrement veinée et dépourvue d’imperfection naturelle. Unique et rare, son veinage peut être laissé apparent ou mis en relief par un sablage de qualité. Elle est généralement appréciée des collectionneurs et fumeurs expérimentés pour sa rareté et sa beauté naturelle.
These cigars boast a blend of pipe tobacco, which lends them their distinct aroma and taste. Their cultural significance evolves as they remain a companion to quiet contemplation, spirited conversations, and shared moments.
Scent Notes: Sumptuous leather, old yellowed books, pipe tobacco, soft sandalwood, white musk. Julia looked over the edge of her whiskey glass and sighed. Bored. Incredibly, damningly bored. She had barely left the house in what felt like years, but was actually just over a week, according to the newspaper scattered on her floor: Wednesday, November 2, 1870. She looked around her study at all the relics from her travels: various antiques; exotic liquors; rare books; trinkets and knick-knacks from all over the globe. So many adventures had; so many mysteries solved; so many asses kicked. And now here she was, in her house, doing her least favorite thing: waiting. Waiting for the Queen to pardon her after the last, uh, incident, just over two weeks ago. It’s highly unfair that she should have to be sequestered in her home because of the accidental shooting of a diplomat in Spain. He was in her way; the jewel thief was getting away, and the diplomat wasn’t exactly stopping the thief! Plus, the guy was barely harmed; he only lost a toe. The Queen was still pissed, though, and trying to smooth things over with the Spanish embassy, and Julia was barred from traveling. Her gun and rights were gone, and she was stuck in her stupid house with nothing to do but drink and read. Maybe conduct some ill-advised scientific experiments if the mood struck her. At least she still has her secret swordcane. Sighing yet again, she uncrosses her slipper-clad feet and stands up off of her favorite leather chair, peeling her legs off the seat and probably losing a layer of skin in the process. Time for more whiskey. Sure, maybe she shouldn’t be on her third glass of whiskey at 1 pm, but she wasn’t exactly doing anything else at the moment, so who cares? At least, she thinks it’s 1 pm; that’s what the grandfather clock just chimed, but winding clocks and remembering the time had never been important to her. It could actually be 8 am or 5 pm; whatever, it’s whiskey o’clock. Plodding from the study to the kitchen for a fresh bottle, something outside the hallway window catches her eye. Across the street, a woman in a red coat seems to be watching her. At the very least, she’s standing still in the middle of the sidewalk, staring straight at Julia’s house. Julia nearly drops her glass. No, no, it can’t be! Her arch-nemesis wouldn’t just show up NOW, unprovoked, would she? Fuck, she totally would. Julia hurries away back down the hall towards the front door, forgetting entirely that she’s not wearing anything except a short dressing gown and slippers (because who needs pants when your only plans for the day are to drink a lot of alcohol alone in the privacy of your own goddamn home?). She frantically opens the door and looks out. Nobody’s there. No sign of the woman in the red coat. Was she ever really there, or is Julia just starting to go insane? She hears someone whistle, and that’s when she realizes she’s been standing blankly in her open doorway half-naked in her short dressing gown. “Oh, bite me, you pickle dick,” she yells at the man with the most obnoxious waxed mustache gliding by on his velocipede, aka, the source of the whistling. Closing the door, Julia decides to go get a glass of water to calm down. When that doesn’t work, she heads back to her study to smoke a pipe and read through her journal of old cases. Maybe there’s a clue there; something to confirm that she really did just see who she thought she saw outside. Julia fills her pipe with fresh tobacco and lights it. Inhaling, she immediately feels a sense of calm. There. Everything will be okay. She walks to her bookcase to pull down her expensive journal … except it’s not there. In its place is a white envelope addressed to Julia. She frantically opens it. Inside is a single piece of paper. All it says is, “You’ll never catch me now.” So it WAS her. Julia was right, and not (completely) crazy! Well, she had needed a case; looks like this time, it had come to her. But where to go? How will she find her? What’s the next step? Where the hell is that whiskey?! Scent Notes: Sumptuous leather, old yellowed books, pipe tobacco, soft sandalwood, white musk.
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