Growing up, I fondly remember the aroma of pipe tobacco in my Aunt, Uncle and Cousins house. Every summer, on holidays or just for a weekend visit, Uncle John had his pipe going. I thought it was the greatest aroma I ever did smell. I would watch him unroll his pouch, load up his pipe (right there in the living room, like a man!) and smoke the night away. Well Uncle John passed away many years ago, while I was living in Florida, and I had not seen any of them for years and years. The part of my Uncles pipe obsession that I never did see, was upstairs. Now mind you, the man smoked 3 pipes. Had them right there in a rack, on the end table, by the side of the couch.... Upstairs, he had amassed, over the years, AN ENTIRE EIGHT DRAWER DRESSER full of pipes. My cousin showed me this about 3 years ago. I never let on how much I loved pipes, and how I was crawling out of my skin. Formed cases of all shapes and sizes. (Meerschaums, no doubt) Peterson boxes, DUNHILL boxes, exotic european named boxes, non de-script sacks. Each draw, roughly THREE FEET LONG, TEN INCHES TALL, and A FOOT and a HALF DEEP. Loaded top to bottom, front to back, with PIPES PIPES PIPES!!! I wondered if my erection was evident, but I didn't want to let on. I didn't want to seem like I was looking for some pipes. So I glanced them over, commented how I never knew he had so many, and we had a nice time reminiscing. I look forward to the day I can really sit down and go through my uncles life long passion of collecting pipes. I can only really wonder about one thing...... wheres the mans TIN STASH???