What was your first tobacco love? Was it the first one you tried out of a friends pipe, the one that your local B&M owner sold to you with your first pipe? Was it one that you smelled on the breeze coming from another´s pipe, or are you the type that doesn´t give your love away and the toby had to earn it? For me my first love was a house blend called peaches and cream out of a friends pipe: It was sunny summer day in Alaska, there was a gentle breeze blew through the Aspen and Birch trees shaking the leaves ever so slightly. We were standing in his front yard talking about girls or cars, as teenage boys are want to do, and he pulled out his toby and cheap basket pipe and then proceeded to pack and light it. He got it going and I remarked on how amazing it smelled and he said that it tasted better and offered me a puff or two. I remember being very surprised at how much it tasted like peaches and the creamy aftertaste it left on my tongue. It was love at first puff! Sadly though as is the case with many young lovers it didn´t last. We only ever spent two puffs together and perhaps you would say it was because I was young and still didn´t know what true love was, but like that girl that you kissed at summer camp and then never saw again in that moment it was magical.