hey ladies and gents hope your all well. So i thought i would share a few memories from my childhood, (not that distant at only 18 years ago but relevant none the less), the one person that got me interested in pipe smoking all them years ago, a curiosity that was planted and never went away. My early part of my childhood was spent in another house in the cul de sac were i still live and we lived next door to a man called arthur dale or mr dale as i was expected to call him. He was a little man, wore big spectacles, bald on top and brilliant white hair around the sides of his head. And boy could he be a bastard, anyone who went near his prized privet bushes, would suddenly be surprised by a tremendous shout and you would quickly scatter. But alhough he could be a bit of a hitler he was one of them men who had a heart of gold, and used to always give my mam and dad a bottle of his home made wines. But the one thing that sticks out about him to me is that he was a pipe smoker. when i moved to the house im in now at the bottom of my street, walking past his house in the summer never fail he would be in his front garden trimming the bushes with absolute military precision, and he always had a pipe on the go as well. Now and then my mam would pass the time of day with him and i would watch as while he spoke he cut flakes from a plug of tobacco rub them out and pack carefully and light up his pipe and smoke away contently, and i would get a whiff of his chosen smoke and i always loved the scent. sadly a few years ago mr dale passed away and his wife moved away to live with their daughter and walking past his house in the summer and not seeing his wife sat in the front garden as he trimmed the privet while drawing away on his pipe and producing vast clouds of smoke was a strange as he was one of the streets most colourful characters. but recently i found out his chosen smoke was condor bar, sadly not available in england anymore, but now every time i have a smoke of condor i always think back to mr dale in his garden, and each bowl of condor i have is kind of a nod to him in his honor. Any of you smoke a certain tobacco and are reminded of lifes colourful characters?