Pulvers' Prior Briar
P.O. Box 85
Los Altos, CA  94023

The photo depicts one of the final days of the Camelot of
tobacco shops, my own Sherlock's Haven.  To my immediate
left is both good friend and my professional consigliere, Steve
Brunner.  To my immediate right is one of the great tobacco
palates, relieving me of the chore of tasting and rating each
pipe tobacco and cigar, Johnson Tacalon.  And the tall guy
behind him was the store Mgr. and current close friend, Jim
Walker.  We're surrounded by good guys and true.  
I wanted to caption this "I knew more about pipes and tobacco
when I was 7 than you do now," but my PR dep't. said that
would be a bad idea.  Looks like old curmudgeons start as
young curmudgeons, doesn't it?  Years ago, my mother told my
then newish wife that when I was a kid, all they had to do to
keep me quiet was put a hat on my head, a corn cob in my
mouth and shove me in the back seat of the car.  My wife
replied, "nothing's changed, except he's now in the front seat."
        The Mill

July 14, 2019.
I'm in a trough, thought-wise.  That
means I don't have anything to write
about.  Well, I do, of course, but t
fear is
that what I have to say will be
relayed to people who should be
minding their own business and not
concerned with what i
s said behind
their backs.  To quote a fine friend who
recently died, 'what people say behind
your back is none of your business.'  
He was r
epeating what he was told by
his therapist, so it sounds like he was a
bit insecure.  Aren't we all, although
what we have to be insecure about is a
mystery.  We all shit and piss and are
on the way to death, eliminating, one
would think,  the need to feel insecure
vis a vis others
or about our status or
fate in the community.
 That fate is well

But forget that.  There is nothing to be
gained by dwelling on such rot.  What
started this line of thinking was a book
recently put into my hands by a person
who wrote their memoir, and then had
the temerity to ask my opinion of it.  I
lied.  No, n
ot actually, lie.  Rather it was
of an obfuscation, making a
statement that could be, and was likely
to be, interpreted by the writer a
s a
compliment.  For instance, the writer (I
more than hesitate to use the word
'author' in this case) was told that her
voice was 'authentic.'  It was, terribly,
sadly authentic.  
The take-away is, if you are a writer, or
want to be a writer, and you are not
offered money for your work, do not
pay to have it published.  If it were
good enough, somebody would pay
you for it, in the belief that they could
make money off you.  
 Dr. Samuel Johnson said

something to that effect, and he was
right.  let's see if that quote is
retrievable quickly on-line.  Be right
back.  "No man but a blockhead ever
wrote, except for money,"  
That's clear, isn't it?  Since
Johnson was smarter than you and I,
let's abide by that dictum.  If you're
thinking that even now this column is
giving a lie to those words, please
remember that this does not technically
consist of writing, but is i
nstead a
typing exercise meant to distract the
typist from the even more onerous
business of describing and posting
pipes, although that will have to
commence soon if the bills are to be
paid.  Indeed, an excuse can be made
that this writing, if you insist that such
it is, is undertaken in the pursuit of
money.  I'll buy that.

Remember: "
We are all bozos on this

It is time for me to begin wrapping up the
Rolando Negoita project on this site.  Thus, I will
be  reducing the price of the pipes on the
Specials page by degrees, until they are all
gone.  We have reached phase 7 of the
discounts and all pipes that were donated for
Rolando will be reduced by 30%.  The next
reduction commences July 22th, and will make
the discount 32.5%.  Check out the Specials

The ability of so many people to live
comfortably with the idea of capital punishment
is perhaps a clue to how so many Europeans
were able to live with the idea of the Holocaust:
Once you accept the notion that the state has
the right to kill someone and the right to define
what is a capital crime, aren't you halfway
there? -Roger Ebert, film-critic (18 Jun

I finally got to post pipe # 4 in my Human Folly-
HumanTragedy series, which I am doing in
collaboration with pipe maker Don Gillmore.  
This pipe is The Children's Crusade,
representing all the centuries children have
been abused physically and emotionally,
creating a foundation for a screwed up next
On the front of the pipe's bowl is an
etched Knight's Templar Cross.  
Somehow I jumped over pipe #3 in the
Series.  The pipe, a volcano representing
the folly of building a city under a regularly
spewing Vesuvius, is in stock and only needs to
be posted.  I'll do that soon.
# 3 in the Human Folly/Human Tragedy series is
now posted.  If you think that building a city
under a live volcano, as the citizens of Pompeii
did, consider how much we've learned as a
species, with California, a state of over 30
million inhabitants, doing nothing but building
skyscrapers in cities like San Francisco, Oakland
and Los Angeles over huge fault lines.  Brilliant.

Don't forget to see the Original Sin Apple
on the Human Folly page.  It's called
"Paradise Lost" & it's the first pipe in our
ground breaking series that  points a shaming
finger at instances of thoughtless human folly
that inevitably led to human tragedy.  That first
five sold out quickly, and the 2nd group, three
of them, have just arrived.  If you want one,
please let me know now as it will be awhile
before any others are produced.
We now are also showing pipe #2 in our Human
Folly Series, The Helen of Troy, a Yachtsman
(what else) to symbolize "the face that launched
thousand ships"  and provoked a 10 year war
culminated in a demolished great city state.  
Also on the Specials page is pipe # 4, The
Children's Crusade, a reminder of the way we
abuse kids physically and emotionally, assuring
a screwed up next generation.  The shape is an
Acorn of sorts, but the defining detail is the
Cross etched on the front of the bowl.  
Pipe # 3 in the series is ready to post, too.  It is
a Volcano, which might help you remember Mt.
Vesuvius and the devastation it did to the com-
munity that oh so wisely decided to camp and
build at the bottom of a deadly, active volcano.  

It is horrifying that we have to fight our
own government to save the environment.  
Ansel Adams, photographer (20 Feb 1902-1984)

Philanthropy is the refuge of rich people who
wish to annoy their fellow creatures.
Oscar Wilde

All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his
delusions is called a philosopher.
Ambrose Bierce

If you wish to understand a philosopher, do not
ask what he says, but find out what he wants.
Friedrich William Nietzsche

n.  A route of many roads leading
from nowhere to nothing.
Ambrose Bierce

Those who lack the courage will always find a
philosophy to justify it.
Albert Camus

available tins
Pease Southlinch from 2002 NASPC show. $90
Friedman & Pease Winter's Tale.  $100

New Tins arrived, including
Abingdon, and a bunch of
others from 2003 and starting @ $40 a tin.

More old, collectible tins from the 1990's:

Ashton 1997 Celebrated Sovereign 4 oz., $100
Esoterica Pembroke...2 oz., 56 grams. $80
Davidoff Royalty 50 grams. $30
Dunhill Std. Mixture Mild from Lane 50 grams.

Benjamin Hartwell Pvt. Reserve 50 grams from
Consolidated Cigar (thus from mid '90's) $30

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