This is not a car pipe. This is not the kind of pipe that you'd want to take with you when you're out mowing the lawn, or shearing shrubs, or raking leaves. You don't toss this pipe around. You don't man-handle this one. With a shank that's three and a half(ish) inches and five knuckles worth of pencil-thin bamboo, this is the kind of pipe that will pair best with a snifter of Courvoisier L'Esprit or a Glencairn glass half full Macallan 1939, a pinch of fifteen-year old McClelland Christmas Cheer, and Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 5. You'll want to sit down when you do so, and you're going to need to savor every moment with this delicately fantastic piece.
-- Ted Swearingen