I just spent months in a foreign country (and no, not in service of the nation). I worked like a plow horse and had no pipes to smoke--only cigars. That was my decision, I suppose, but it was a dumb decision. Since returning to the USA, I've been staying with my boss. I'm homeless more or less because before I left the country, I put all my stuff in storage and gave up my apartment. I also can't drive right now because I'm between one immigration document and another and I have to wait a couple of months before I'll be able to renew my license. And when I say "renew" I mean probably take the freaking written and practical tests again. When I got back, I bought a couple pouches of Captain Black White and a cob and I've been happily puffing away. Here's the hard part. My boss told me he had some pipe tobacco and I could help myself if I run out. Well, I'm out. So i open up his little humidor and find a couple baggies with what looks to be burley. It looked a little chunky, a medium brown color. I'm briefly happy. Then I open a bag, take a deep breath and say to myself, "Oh no. Oh no...it can't be." But it is. Yes sir. Yes sir. two bags full...of Mixture #79. It's not quite as bad as I remember it (probably because it's dry as a cucumber's armpit). But I am feeling more than a little sad.