A Smell is Worth a Thousand Words
I don't look quite as elegant as my grandfather
It's funny how a smell can bring a memory swarming back.
it's been about a year now since my grandfather Nelson passed away. An enduring memory that i have of him is him, sitting in his favorite chair in his house in Imperial beach, California, smoking his pipe and cracking open a walnut after dinner. Even though I was just a boy, I would enjoy the sweet aroma of pipe tobacco emanating from his pearl white pipe. I would sit next to him and he would smile as a pale plume of thick smoke escaped from his lips.
it's such an enduring memory and sweet reminder of him that, upon his passing, I decided to give up on cigarettes and focus all my tobacco efforts on pipes. I went out and bought a pipe- and have since developed quite a collection of tobacco flavors: Mocha, Whiskey, Vanilla Cavendish, Rum Cured, and Champagne.
A quick tangent: While no tobacco consumption is good for you, if you do desire to smoke, use a pipe. not only do you look much cooler, but you get the same nicotine buzz as a cigarette- and better flavor- without all the gunk build up in your lungs.
But I'd yet to find the flavor that my grandfather smoked- truth be told, I wasn't sure what I was looking for. That is, until last Saturday.
Last Saturday, I was standing on my back deck when I smelled a smell I had not smelled in years- and didn't even know I was missing. My roommate was smoking from his corn cob pipe and I smelled my grandfather. The aroma being emitted from my roommates' pipe was the very same aroma my grandfather used to have when he smoked his pipe.
I was immediately taken back to Imperial Beach, California, a decade and a half ago, watching television as my grandpa puffed away on his guilty pleasure, watching him reach into the gigantic bowl of walnuts and, using the silver nutcracker, crack them open and eat them between puffs from the pipe.
I asked my roommate what he was smoking. He told me it was a blend called Midnight Express.
Today, as soon as I publish this blog, I will be going down to Rich's Tobacco Shop in Downtown Portland and buying an ounce of Midnight Express. I'm then going to buy a bag of Walnuts and tonight, after work, I'm going to sit on my back deck and pretend, for just a moment, that my grandpa is smoking with me.
Will you join me in taking a puff as well?
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another HUB about my grandfather
- Happy Birthday Grampa
One of the first hubs I ever published. Originally published my grandpas 92nd birthday, July 10th 2010. Most of my followers haven't read it, so I thought I'd repost it.
A poem about tobacco
- Leaves Black
one of life's simple pleasures