Alfred Dunhill Jr. selling pipes in front of the ruins of the London store after a round of bombings in 1942.
A smoke to ponder over, L.J. Peretti Royal Blend in a no name squashed tomato.
It’s been a wild few days. Suddenly considering a change in career, midnight trips to the emergency ward (everyone’s fine), and a general lack of sleep. So this morning it was a nice change of pace for us to sit down for coffee and a chat with a friend who recently immigrated here from Boston. She even brought some tobacco from L.J. Peretti.
Anyway this Royal Blend is superb so if you’ll excuse me I’m going to disappear into another bowl.
Have a great weekend my friends.
"The fact is, Squire, the moment a man takes to a pipe, he becomes a philosopher. It’s the poor man’s friend; it calms the mind, soothes the temper, and makes a man patient under difficulties. It has made more good men, good husbands, kind masters, indulgent fathers, than any other blessed thing on this universal earth." - Sam Slick, The Clockmaker by Thomas Chandler Haliburton 1887.