Parsons' Pleasure in my new Falcon. It's become something of a irrational ritual, breaking in pipes with this backy. 3 more bowls and the Falcon will become my Condor pipe. There seems - in my mind - to be something so typically British about the combination. And I know my Granddad used to smoke a Falcon. As a farmer I can imagine Condor, as accessible as it is and must have been, would have been a likely candidate to fill his bowl with and accompany him in the fields.