I'm out on the porch this evening, I estimate 68 degrees in New Orleans. I have five pipes that I keep on hand on the porch, and one of them is my Ozark Mountain. Against all the common sense I've gathered over the years, I have smoked six bowls in one pipe, back to back. The only rest I gave it was the time it took to reload the bowl and get through the charring light. I did smoke only one mild tobacco, and I did change the filter every bowl. It's night's like this, when I'm not really paying attention, just wanting to hold a warm pipe in my hand, and to put my teeth in the worn grooves of the stem while I do something else as well as smoke, when I don't ask too much from the tobacco, just background note and enhancement, that I like smoking. I'm no connoissieur. Good things are wasted on me. But a trusty pipe that will take my abuse, and a trusty tobacco that doesn't make bite...that makes a good evening in my book.