So I was sitting here in my smoking chair, filling a Falcon Istanbul with some SWR. Nothing really special or unusual about that - just something that I do just about every night. Then I sparked it up, and the flavor seemed unusually good. It was just the usual sweet and nutty, yet also slightly sour flavor I get from good old SWR, but for some reason it seemed especially flavorful even though this pouch is almost a week old (and almost gone, for that matter). I then lost myself in clouds of thick smoke while I tried to get my arms around what could have driven a young man in Connecticut to commit such a depraved act. I suspect that I might never get my arms around it, but that's a topic for a different thread. Anyways... My little peanut brain ponders many thoughts, and often embarks on pointless journies of discovery. This is just par for the course for me, but I pondered why it is that some people get absolutely no satisfaction from a pipe full of tobacco while others find deep comfort in the whole affair. I've partaken of tobacco in just about every form, but no other form of the weed gives me as much enjoyment as when imbibed through a pipe. But why? I can't speak for others, but as far as I am concerned there is something about the ritual of selecting a pipe and tobacco, then filling said pipe and lighting said tobacco, then slowly sipping/puffing away that calms me and gets the thought process (or wool gathering) rolling. Why this is I do not know for sure, I just know that it is. I'm sure that the flavor has something to do with it, but I get more satisfaction from one dimensional blends like SWR than I do from blends like 10 Russians. I'm pretty Freudian when it comes to evaluating my motives, so I'm sure that I'll consider this again. But I'm curious about why pipe smoking keeps the rest of you at it.