Balkan Sobranie: Light of my life, fire of my loins

(G. L. Pease) Memory tells me it was the summer of 1977 or 1978. Giants game at the ‘Stick. I was in the bleachers with a friend who didn’t smoke a pipe, and his brother, who did. When he lit up, the air was perfumed with an intoxicatingly fascinating aroma. Prior to that day, with a few exceptions, I hadn’t paid much attention to pipes. Continued

Photo: A tin of Balkan Sobranie cigarettes (cigarettespedia).