As I am contemplating my next pipe. I've been deciding between a Peterson, a Dunhill, a Savinelli, or a calabash pipe. Yes a calabash pipe, a elegant and extraordinary pipe. With its shape, a symbol of prestige or sexual insecurity, Quintin Taratino words not mine. A pipe that is often confused with Sherlock Holmes, a most inquisitive man.
But I am not typing this mediocre blog post. To just put an endless praise to this weird pipe, but to notify anyone, who still reads this blog. That I am going to make my own calabash, from the gourd, and post the steps on this blog. This awful, awful, blog.
So, bye.
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