"Deep in the mountains, a Temple bell is struck. You hear it reverberating in the crisp morning air, and all thoughts disappear from your mind. There is nothing that is you. There is nothing that is not you. There is only the sound of the bell."
Fear not, gentle reader, your faithful describing quadruped hasn't gone moon-beam on you. Of all the legendary Japanese pipemakers work, Smio Satou’s briars, especially the presentations which feature bamboo, have become my ‘temple bell’. Most every Satou that I have had the privilege of describing seems to have the singular ability to induce calm, make my immediate surroundings fade into the background, leaving me and ‘my’ pipe to quietly enjoy a brief state of ’wa’ in each other’s company (yet another great reason to not describe pipes while driving).
This captivating bent Dublin manages to communicate a sense of calm in the midst of a beautiful storm; breathtaking birdseye, angel-hair fine straight grain, sinfully slender bamboo and an inlay of precious tsuishu. Think of it as a pipe lover’s equivalent of experiencing a state of serenity upon discovering that your blind date is a supermodel. I know! (and yet…). Only Satou-san.
R. 'Bear' Graves