So one of the pipe and cigar blogs I follow posted the following ASMR pipe cleaning/smoking video. I clicked on it and watched a women speak in hushed tones cleaning her pipe and then smoking another for 25 minutes. As mentioned before in this blog, I have the attention span of a gnat so to watch something like this for 25 minutes straight is impressive. I can’t explain why I was so captivated. Was it ASMR? What is ASMR? I’m so confused. Okay, I’m not really confused, but you might be right now.
Here is the video in question:
Now before you start thinking this is some fetish thing, I had no sexual response to watching the video whatsoever. But I did feel really relaxed after, almost as if I had completed some sort of meditation. Which isn’t that surprising I guess, since I find the act of pipe smoking/cleaning very relaxing and somewhat meditative.
You might be wondering what ASMR is. I know I was. I had heard about it awhile back but I’m always the skeptic when it comes to stuff like this. ASMR stands for Autonomous sensory meridian response. Wikipedia describes it as: “a perceptual phenomenon characterized as a distinct, pleasurable tingling sensation in the head, scalp, back, or peripheral regions of the body in response to visual, auditory, tactile, olfactory, or cognitive stimuli. The nature and classification of the ASMR phenomenon is controversial, with much anecdotal evidence of the phenomenon but little or no scientific explanation or verified data.”
When I first heard about this, I watched a trigger video (this is what people in the ASMR community call their videos) and nothing. Actually I don’t even think I made it through 30 seconds of one. But this was different. Maybe it is because I have such a psychological connection to smoking in the first place. Who knows? Was it ASMR? No idea, but I swear I felt a few tingles watching this. The sound quality is impeccable, because that is what they are trying to capture. You can hear everything perfectly and I think that is what makes it so pleasurable for me to watch.
You probably won’t be surprised that I watched her video on cigar smoking:
This one was more seductive and I found it doubly enjoyable to watch. And since I was on a roll, I watched this final one for the night. The last one was my favorite because I felt like she was letting me in on her own secret world.
Anyhow, I don’t know if I have experienced ASMR, but what I do know is I found these videos immensely pleasurable and relaxing to watch. I get why smoking would be a trigger for me so I’m not really surprised.
I guess I should warn people, watching these videos may trigger a desire to smoke a pipe or cigar. She does a good job of making these activities look immensely pleasurable.
Somedays, I almost cannot believe how far I have come since I started this blog. Sometimes, I have to remind myself that these changes in how I view my fetish and interact with it in real life didn’t happen overnight. It took a lot of deprogramming to be able to get to a place where I could enjoy smoking and my fetish without feeling anxious about it. I’m not saying I’ve forgotten all the propaganda regarding the evils of smoking that I have been fed over the years. I do feel like I have been freed from its shackles though.
Because of my elbow issue, I don’t smoke very often. In some ways, I ‘m almost happy for that, because it makes the smoking that much more special when I do. My boyfriend, on the hand, is quite taken with pipe smoking. He loves everything about it, from the actual smoking to the collecting of pipe paraphernalia. I love sitting with him and enjoying the aroma of his smoke. I love the way he smells after he has had a bowl. I love that he loves to smoke. That, in itself, is very attractive to me.
I went to my cousin’s wedding last weekend. He is my closest cousin. I asked my boyfriend if he wanted to bring his pipe. He declined, thinking he wouldn’t have an opportunity to smoke. After all, who smokes in this day and age? More people that you would expect. Most people were smoking a variety of tipped cigars with a few larger Swisher Sweet types. My boyfriend immediately regretted not bringing his pipe. He would have fit right in. I wasn’t planning on smoking. After all, my mom was there and within sight of me. But chatting with my cousin, the conversation came to pipes and cigars and he asked us if we wanted to try his Swisher Sweet. We both accepted and started passing the cigar between the three of us. He then told us that we could have it since he had already smoked quite a bit that night. So, my boyfriend and I continued to share it. Still not sure if my mom saw us, but my guess would be yes although she only commented on my boyfriend smoking. Regardless, I think I would be okay with her finding out I smoke every so often. She seems to be okay with pipe smoking for some reason.
On the way home from his honeymoon, my cousin and his wife stopped for a visit and my boyfriend introduced him to pipe smoking. He liked it, but thinks that he will stick to cigars for now. We got to talking, and he remarked that he thinks that smoking will make a come back with our generation. He has noticed that almost everyone he knows smokes something. I tend to think that more people smoke than is reported by census because occasional smokers tend to not think of themselves as “smokers”. He might just be optimistic, as have whole groups of friends that don’t touch tobacco. Having both smoked some of the MJ in our “youth” we both agreed that we like tobacco more. Both of us like that we are still able to think straight after a cigar or a pipe. I tend to think that smoking prohibition will only get worse before it gets better. I also think that as long as tobacco is legal people will continue to smoke no matter how restricted that smoking becomes by the law. I also doubt that new laws will or campaigns will reduce smoking to a lower level than we see today. Why? Because everyone who smokes nowadays knows it is bad for them and yet does so anyways. So why would campaigns doing more of the same work?
Maybe my cousin is right. Maybe our generation will bring smoking back into fashion. Well… I can always hope.
I has almost been a week since my last pipe. That statement makes this diary entry feel a bit like confessional. To be honest, I didn’t have any inclination to smoke during the week. As my boyfriend remarked the other night, the honeymoon phase with the pipes is over. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing though. Our pipe smoking buddy is sick this week too and since he seems to get sick a lot he has decided to only smoke once a month. My boyfriend had said that we wouldn’t smoke if we didn’t smoke with him, but I think he is wanting to smoke a bowl tonight. I asked him about this and it looks like he is going to amend his rule so we can smoke tonight. I think my boyfriend has almost taken to pipe smoking more than I have. Not to say I’m not looking forward to tonight, but I almost think he is looking forward to it more.
February 26, 2010 (Evening)
Another successful pipe smoke was had tonight, although I didn’t quite finish my bowl. I tried something a bit different than my usual. It was a tobacco called “Red Ranger”. Still a mix from the tobacconist, but quite good. Not quite as sweet as some of the blends I had been smoking, but nice and mellow and flavorful. I don’t think that it would be classified as an aromatic, but hell, I have no idea. I’m still really new to this. I think I’ll ask the next time we pick some up since I’m sure we will buy some again. That will probably take us awhile at the once a week rate, but hey I never got into pipe smoking to smoke all my tobacco at once. I noticed that the tobacco tastes much different when I smoke it myself. I tend to smoke slow and cool, compared to my boyfriend who liked big clouds of smoke and thus tends to smoke fast and hot. We told him he is going to have to work on that, because doing that he is more likely to burn through one of his pipes. The difference in taste was huge. I guess I was getting so much tongue bite just from one puff on his pipe of the same blend I smoked tonight and it was burning so hot it changed the flavour. Needless to say, I don’t like to share with him anymore, since it generally leads to me having a sore tongue. I paired the pipe tonight with some Lady Grey tea. They went together perfectly. Lady Grey is my go-to tea. I drink it every morning when I am working and I thought it might taste really nice with some tobacco and it does. As the night went on, I realized just how much I had enjoyed the new tobacco. I still couldn’t get over the difference in taste. While I am still working at breaking in my briar pipe, I have a feeling it might come to be more ornamental as it smokes really hot, I think I’ll try again next time with the same tobacco I smoked today as it seemed to burn pretty cool. Probably because it didn’t have as many flavored tobaccos in it. It has a little metal thing in it called a stinger that I might take out. It is supposed to help with condensation, but I think it is just resulting in a build-up of moisture in the bottom of my pipe. I’ll just have to watch how hard I draw, but I tend to draw pretty light to begin with. I also think that I am for sure going to get a meerschaum pipe for my next pipe.
I was feeling in the mood to write tonight, even though I said I would last week, I never did. I’ve never read “pipe erotica” so this is my take on what it might be like. It is totally different from anything I have ever written, although it does stay pretty PG, since I have trouble bringing myself (at this point) to write about naughtier acts. So I would think of it more as “foreplay” erotica. When I reread the story, I realized how old fashioned the gender roles are, but I don’t really see it as a bad thing. They are only “old fashion” as far as her cooking and cleaning for him… as part of her mode of seduction. The premise is a married couple that hasn’t been intimate for awhile because the husband is stressed from work. So I quite nervously present to you: Slow Seduction. Enjoy!
First time pairing the pipe with a drink and it was quite a success. I actually think it helped me taste the smoke better because sometime I found that the taste would overwhelm the tastebuds and I wouldn’t be able to taste much of anything anymore. I paired the East India Co. with a Sir Perry Pear Cider. This fruity dry cider actually went well with the somewhat sweet and smooth East India Co. And the after effect of two sins in one night: amazing. I couldn’t feel more relaxed right now. This has probably been my first pipe experience that has been truly relaxing. I smoked my new briar pipe this time and it went better, although it doesn’t smoke near as cool as the corncob. The smoke is cool enough most of the time and I swear I am smoking it pretty slow, but I still managed to get a bit of tongue bite with that pipe. I smoked a half bowl and I find it is harder to pack a half bowl so that the tobacco stays lit. Or it could just be that I am still shitty at lighting the pipe. It tasted better than the first time I smoked it. I’m guessing that is because I did something that I probably should have the first time I smoked it. Since the bowl is stained green, apparently what is recommended is that you try and clean as much finish or stain out of the inside of the bowl as possible using a strong liquor of your choice. I picked some Appleton’s Rum. Nothing fancy, just a nice rum that I happen to like the taste of. I swabbed the bowl with a rum soaked Q-tip in the inside of the bowl until I was hardly getting any stain. It gave the bowl a nice smell too. I considered using honey to help form the cake, but more people on the internet said not to do that, so I didn’t. Anyhow, the rum definitely sweetened the smoke. My next smoke will probably be on Friday since we have quite the evening planned. Back in December when some drinks were had I guess we (as in my friends and I) decided it would be fun to go to the strippers. Female strippers that is. Naturally, my boyfriend is super pumped and I’m looking forward to it in my own way too, mostly because I’ve never been before. I also decided, it would be the perfect night to have another pipe. My boyfriend aptly called it “pipe then peelers”. For now… I think I might be in the perfect state of mind to compose my pipe erotica day dream I’ve been fantasizing over the past few days.
February 18, 2010
Today was sort of an odd day. I think it might have something do partially with smoking the pipe and drinking the cider together last night and partially because I ate really shitty food all day long. My body does not deal well with all of this abuse. I will probably have to start tracking what I am eating again, because I felt great while I was doing it. I wasn’t really counting calories, but I found writing down what I was eating helped me see what I was getting and also helped me eat a more balanced diet. At first paranoid, addiction-phobic me thought I was going through withdrawal, but I remembered that I sometimes get migraine and nausea like what I have been having today when I’m not pipe smoking. I’m sure it didn’t help though. I think I am also going to implement mandatory exercise for myself, since I’ve been bad about that lately too. It probably has a lot to do that being unemployed I’ve lost my motivation to do a lot of things. It’s easy to let unemployment get you down. I’m trying to stay positive though. But I’ll do all that tomorrow…
February 19, 2010
Today was my first experience going to the strippers. Lets just say, I probably won’t go again. Not because I didn’t enjoy myself, but more because I’m not sure it was worth the amount of money I paid. One thing is certain, I admire how fit the exotic dancers and found myself wanting to be able to do the tricks that they do with the pole. Seriously, it made me want to go out and buy a home pole and sign up for one of those exotic dancer exercise classes. The core strength on those girls is amazing and wow. Part of me sort of felt bad for the girls, although likely they are all there by their own choice. At the end when the dancer would do a sexy pose with a poster rolled in the shape of a cone and the game of guys throwing loonies and twonies to see if they could get it into the cone and win a poster kind of degrading. I think I prefer watching women belly dance, as it can be almost as seductive, but in a more classy way. Didn’t get around to smoking the pipe as we didn’t have enough time to properly enjoy it but I’d rather a good pipe experience than a rushed one.
February 20, 2010
For those of you who didn’t know, today is International Pipe Smoking Day. It was actually almost looking like we weren’t going to get to celebrate this day properly for a bit as the best friend was running a bit late with his parent’s birthday dinner. Turns out they wanted to try the pipe too so we waited for them. We got three pipes going for them, and I actually sat out for the first little bit of doing it. It was actually really nice just to enjoy the smoke secondhand for a bit since you cannot really smell the nice aroma of it while smoking. That way I gave the parents a chance to properly try it. We decided to go with a half bowl again tonight as they actually had to go off bowling pretty quick. Normally, I would have probably said, lets not bother as I don’t like being rushed with the pipe smoking, but it was actually nice to share the experience with new, interested people. People that were so shocked that it would be my idea. I think some people would shit themselves if they found out I had dabbled in the cigarettes too. Sad to say, tonight’s pipe smoke did end up feeling too rushed, but it was still enjoyable on the whole. I like it when I can take my time and I felt like I had a time limit. No plans for the next smoke, although it is looking more and more like a twice a week thing, which I am fine with.
Another thing that almost ruined my night were comments on my last post. I really shouldn’t take what strangers on the internet say so personally, but the tone of the comments made me both angry and put me into sort of a bad mood. I tried to answer in the most diplomatic way, but it was hard because I had literally just been called stupid. I tried to remind myself, it doesn’t matter what “those people out there think” but I was already mad. I’m caught between a rock and hard place. I want to allow free speech and I like to hear from people that don’t share my views. I guess I want it to be done in a civilized way, but usually what happens is the person commenting usually ends up calling me naive or stupid instead of coming up with a real argument against what I am saying and then stops commenting because I usually end up making some sort of comment that makes them feel unwelcome because I’ve been insulted and lash out. But this is my blog. My soapbox. A place where I can go and say exactly what’s on my mind and I guess I really don’t like being called stupid. I love discussion and interaction. I want people to comment. I like having exchanges with the blogosphere. But I don’t want to be abused.
I guess I used to share the same bias though. I used to think that smokers were stupid. I think it is hard for a lot people to see otherwise because of all the anti-smoking propaganda. I used to think I was stupid for wanting to smoke. I used to beat myself up over it. It was far less psychologically healthy to do what I was doing before. I don’t see myself as a victim of nicotine, although for the longest time I swore that is what drove my desire to smoke. My desire to smoke is all in my head though and I am sure especially now after feeling like I have given smoking a fair chance, I could probably go the rest of my life without smoking. I have already parted ways with cigarettes. But do I want to give up tobacco entirely? No. I like the ritual of smoking a pipe. Sometimes it gives me a nicotine buzz, but other times, like tonight, not so much. I don’t do it for the nicotine. I like the way the smoke tastes and I enjoy blowing out the smoke. I enjoy taking care of my pipes, making sure that they are clean and well taken care of so that they will last a long time. I think of it as one of the pleasures in life, to be enjoyed in moderation. If this makes me flawed, so be it. Time for me to hop off the soapbox and get ready for bed. Until next time, happy smoking.
On my way to smoking everyday, if I keep this up. So had the best friend over for dinner and after he got out his pipe, which he keeps at our place. My boyfriend asks, “Do you want to have a pipe?” and naturally none of us have any self-control and say yes. I think that the amount we are smoking now could have something to do with newness of it all. We only smoked half a bowl and we are getting better (slower) because our half bowls lasted about 40 minutes. I actually like the amount of a half-bowl because I get way too much of a nicotine buzz off of a whole one. Buzz can be nice, but it isn’t necessarily what I am going for. I also like it when I can still walk and don’t feel like puking. I guess one thing I wasn’t expecting was to be able to get a buzz from not inhaling. Apparently, it is harder to absorb nicotine in cigarette smoke through the mouth but quite easy to do so with cigars and pipe smoke. I smoked the corn cob and a different blend. It was called Nirvana and it is a Burley-Cavendish mixture that is “Smooth and sweet . Soft smoking with a hint of spice.” There was definitely a bit of sweetness and spiciness in this one. It was good, but I still like the East India Co. I smoked the past two times better. We are all getting better at the whole process, although I still have to re-light a fair bit. This time it was only twice though. Who knows, maybe we will smoke again tomorrow. Apparently once a week has gone right out the window. We are seeing the best friend again tomorrow to watch “The Return of the King” and pipe smoke? Perhaps. Only time will tell. I know that we have already planned to on Saturday.
February 14, 2010
Didn’t pipe smoke on Saturday as planned, but after spending the day moving I didn’t really feel like it anyways. Also, I realized on Friday that I had burnt my tongue pretty bad on either Wednesday or Thursday (or maybe a combo of both) and wanted to let my tongue heal some more. Pipe smoking is not nearly as enjoyable when you can’t taste the smoke. Now while most girls in a committed relationship love Valentine’s Day, I think I spent too many years single to ever really enjoy it. Plus, it is really just a corporate holiday now. Needless to say- despite the fact that my boyfriend bought me my pipe for Valentine’s Day, we really don’t celebrate it. So we finished cleaning up the apartment from moving me in enough to have people over and had two of his guy friend’s over. We told his one friend we would be smoking our pipes (which he found funny) so he brought his Cohiba cigarillos. These cigarillos bore no resemblance to the Primetimes. They were actually more like a mini cigar. I tried a bit, but after smoking my sweet blend of pipe tobacco the smoke was really harsh and hot. I assume that with a larger cigar the smoke would cool a bit as it goes through the cigar. I smoked Nirvana again and this is how I know I probably burned my tongue. I actually tasted flavours that I had not last time. The smoke was still sweet, but now I could taste peach (and people could smell peaches) and the spicy flavour remained. I also managed to not kill my tongue. Our cigarillo smoking friend was surprised at how long one bowl of tobacco lasts. He ended up smoking two in the time that we smoked one bowl and he was still waiting for us. We all smoked whole bowls and that took us about an hour. I’m also getting better a being able to tell when it is time to stop smoking the pipe. You start to get a bit of an ashy taste that is unpleasant and that is a good indication that there is not much unsmoked tobacco left in your bowl.
What was even more interesting, was his friend was under the impression that it was my boyfriend wanted to take up pipe smoking and I was the cool girlfriend that let him. Actually we both thought that was funny. Although it probably did seem that way because I really suck at lighting the pipe. I guess I’m just not good with matches. My boyfriend actually had to light mine for me last night and low and behold it stayed lit for a lot longer than when I do it myself. I’m considering getting some sort of pipe lighter, a low heat one so I don’t scorch my pipe.
All and all, it has been a good first week of pipe smoking although I will be cutting back in the coming weeks I think. Four times in one week was too much as it ceases to be a special thing for me then. I did notice that my tolerance to nicotine is already up too as I smoked a whole bowl with no ill effects. At most I will be smoking twice a week, once with the corncob and a quarter to half bowl once a week in my new pipe to break it in. I think the reason why we smoked so much this week is the excitement around doing any new thing. Until next time, happy smoking!
I think I will just jump right in with Wednesday’s events since not much went on between yesterday and Sunday. Wednesday started out as a pretty shitty day. I am trying to arrange moving out of my sketchy apartment and the elevator for the new place I am moving into isn’t available on the weekend I was planning on moving, so change of plans, I’m moving this Saturday. It’s a long weekend here and I was planning on visiting family this weekend, but I guess that will have to wait. The boyfriend is pretty sad too, since he had been looking forward to getting away for awhile. I promise him that I will drive him down the following weekend. I go start packing as well as pick up some groceries for supper and general things to keep my mind off the fact that I still haven’t heard back from the job people. I bake a cheesecake and put some jerk chicken into the slow-cooker.
News of my job comes back around 2 pm. Alas, I am still unemployed. I’m sad, but life goes on. It’s my first e-mail job rejection, and I think I like it better than rejection by phone, which can be really awkward or rejection by regular mail which takes a lot longer. It is also better than the “let’s just not phone those that didn’t make the cut because we are cowards”.
I’m bummed, but I try not to be a downer after all we are taking a trip to the local tobacconist today. I go down to the best friend’s apartment and we drive to pick my boyfriend up. Best friend needs a pipe and we were going to be just looking. “Just looking” lasted about 5 minutes, when my boyfriend impulsively decides to buy us both pipes that we had been eyeing the last time we were in there. He says that he was probably going to get me mine anyways for Valentine’s Day (which we normally don’t really celebrate) and he says why wait until Monday. My new briar pipe is completely virgin, which means I’m going to have to take some time to break it in. Both my boyfriend’s and his friend’s new pipes are pre-carbonized which makes the process a little easier. We also pick up three new tobaccos and I think it might take us awhile to get through it all. I decide to stick with the tobacco I smoked last time, to see what the difference between smoking it in an virgin, non-caked pipe is like. The result- even only filling the pipe half-way I still have trouble smoking it down to an ash. The bottom of my bowl was almost wet, which is not good. The smoke was okay… not unpleasant, but certainly not the smooth, cool, sweet smoke of Sunday. I now see why briar pipes need a break-in period. I did some reading and found a good article on breaking in pipes. The bottom of the bowl is apparently the hardest place to form a cake as many pipe smokers don’t smoke their pipes all the way down to the bottom. So I found one method of breaking in that seems logical (unlike many of the methods). This method involves filling the bowl only a quarter of the way and smoking it to ash. Repeat 10-12 times until the bottom has a nice cake and then gradually add more and more tobacco until you reach a full bowl. Needless to say, this is going to take me awhile but I am going to be patient since part of pipe smoking is taking things slower. I think I will alternate between the corncob and my sexy new pipe so that I can keep this activity enjoyable. I actually like the challenge of break-in, but sometimes you just want to smoke a pipe.
What I did successfully do is not inhale! Yay! My boyfriend laughs at me and my “accidental inhaling”. Occasionally, what I do find with pipe smoking is that you will inhale some of the smoke you are blowing out just through normal action of breathing. But I didn’t inhale at all yesterday which was great. It also meant that I felt a heck of a lot better which is great.
After trying both a briar and corncob, I see why corncob pipes are recommended for beginners. They are very forgiving and smoke very well without any break in time. Plus, if user error causes you to trash your pipe, you didn’t spend very much on it. I think we all agreed on that fact despite all enjoying the “nicer look” of our new pipes. It’s interesting how each of us picked a pipe that really suited our personalities.
I also decided that pipes are definitely the “geeky” choice as far as ways to smoke tobacco. It isn’t so much that pipes are geeky but that it is the smoke of choice of many “geeky” types. This occurred to me as I watched some of YouTuber AmaneMisaMisa666 videos and checked out her deviant art gallery. I think I posted on her awhile back in Areas to Explore. What struck me as I browsed through her art is that we have very similar taste in books. Lord of the Rings, Wheel of Time Series as well as Twilight (my guilty pleasure) just to name a few. The common theme, ignoring Twilight of course, is that they are fantasy style books. What do people smoke in fantasy worlds? Why pipes of course. So I think the pipe has this sort of appeal to me as well. I noticed even on the YouTube biographies of many of the male pipe smoker’s videos I was watching there was this common theme.
In other news, I threw out all three packs of cigarettes I had been hanging onto for no apparent reason yesterday. I took one out of each pack, smelled them and held them in my hand one last time before giving them the toss. I doubt I will ever touch a cigarette again as I don’t foresee myself ever really wanting to anymore. My love affair with cigarettes is over. It made me sad back in September when I could tell that my relationship with cigarettes was coming to an end and I mourned a bit, but I think it is for the best. We really just weren’t right for each other. Sometimes fetish fantasy competes with reality. To become a full-fledged cigarette smoker like I wanted to in fantasy, would be to deny a large part of who I am, because even at the start of this blog I never did want to be a full-time every day smoker. I still don’t. But cigarettes demanded an everyday commitment from me, something I couldn’t give them. Pipe smoking still requires a lot commitment, but not all concentrated in the smoking department. Much of it is in the care of your pipes, cleaning them to ensure they don’t go rancid. I like this sort of fiddling. I think I will end this here. Until my next pipe smoking adventure, happy smoking!
Discovered the local tobacco shop and felt a little like I was stepping back in time. There was a distinct aroma graced the room, one that is rarely detected indoors anymore thanks to the smoking bans. It was clear that they did allow sampling here. I figure if we had our pipes on us, they might have given us a short lesson right then and there. Staff was very helpful in assisting my boyfriend and I pick out a couple of tobaccos, a czech pipe tool, some pipe cleaners and some matches. The tobacco smelled delicious, although I am aware that the flavour will be diffferent smoked.Not unlike tea which often tastes quite different from how it smells. Both tobaccos were store blends. One was a burley based tobacco called “Tolkien” and the other was a Cavendish called “East India Company”. They are both light aromatics from what I can tell.
I also found what I am pretty sure will be my next pipe, provided I stick with this hobby. It is a Butz-Choquin Ladies Churchwarden with a green bowl and a black stem. Very chic, and very feminine which is what I am looking for, although I doubt many will see me smoke said pipe. I also read up on the company and they are known to make quality pipes, which is good too. The bowl is smaller, which I am not sure is good or bad yet.
My boyfriend is showing much interest as well. He almost walked out of the pipe shop with a White Wizard Lord of The Rings replica white ash wood pipe. He wanted to smoke our pipes right away today, but we decided we would wait like good friends for his best friend to join us since he is just as excited as we are. What is interesting is that both my boyfriend’s friend and my boyfriend have told me it is hot that I am going to smoke a pipe. I doubt either of them have a smoking fetish per se, at least I know my boyfriend does not. My boyfriend explained his reasoning as it is something that you don’t often see women do and that it takes so much time and effort to both smoke pipes, but also learn how to do makes it more attractive to him than cigarette smoking or cigar smoking. Apparently wanting to take up pipe smoking makes me, “the coolest girlfriend ever.” I’ll try not to let that go to my head.
February 7, 2010
D-day or as I will call this day: the day of gluttony. I normally eat pretty healthy so my body is really going to hate me after today. I started the day with three cookies for breakfast and didn’t eat better for the rest of the day. I have ended it with a Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger. The boyfriend’s best friend was coming over at 6:30 for supper and our first foray into pipe smoking. After tonight, I know that the best friend knows about my fetish because he drops some hints. But surprisingly, I’m actually okay with the fact that he knows. We eat dinner and quickly get down to the business of packing the pipe. Three novices having read and watched some YouTube videos pack two pipes. We did a decent job since the one my boyfriend packed managed to stay lit the whole time. I think mine was packed a bit too tight or I didn’t get a great light off the start.
Its winter here which means it is a tad cold and windy. We actually head into the heated storage room to get the pipes lit as we can’t even keep a match lit on the balcony. This was the start of 45 minutes of pure pleasure. Cigarette smoking was only okay compared to the pipe. Seriously. With the cigarette, the experience is over in about 5-10 minutes, which is I guess why you want to do it again so soon after finishing. I found when I smoked cigarettes, I would want puff more on the cigarette but couldn’t due to my low tolerance. So then my FSC cigarette would go out and I’d have to light it again. With the pipe, even smoking slow enough to not get tongue bite I always felt occupied. The craziest thing was something really unexpected that both myself and my boyfriend’s best friend discovered by accident. Pipe smoke is ridiculously easy to inhale. I wasn’t trying to inhale, honest. It just happened. I think it was because the particular blend I was smoking was light, cool and quite delicious tasting. I wouldn’t call it sweet, but you could definitely taste the Cavendish tobacco in it and it had sweet notes to it. Certainly not sickly sweet like the Peach Primetimes, which in retrospect are crap compared to what I smoked tonight. Here is the advice I would give to anyone: if you don’t like the taste of tobacco, just because pipe smoke smells more delicious doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still taste like tobacco. But for me- the difference between pipe tobacco and smoking a cigarette or machine rolled cigar is that the body of flavours was much more complex. The blend my boyfriend was smoking was less sweet and his best friend said it tasted more like what a hand-rolled cigar tastes like. Still good, but I liked the one I was smoking better.
Was I turned on by smoking the pipe? Yes, in a way. It is hard to explain. I guess this really shows how powerful my fetish for smoke really is. My sex drive fluctuates with my hormones and it happens to be pretty low or almost non-existant at the moment. Smoking a pipe still made me extremely wet, despite feeling almost no sexual desire tonight. So am a freak… but I’m okay with that. My boyfriend smiled and said “That’s convenient.” I asked him if he thought I looked sexy smoking a pipe and he said yes, which made me happy. I’m not sure why I am so concerned about how I looked to him, but alas I was. At one point while he was smoking his pipe the way he was letting the smoke drift out of his mouth was really sexy. His best friend said I looked like I would have jumped him right then and there.
All three of us were pretty buzzed after a bowl, even though that is totally not what I was looking for in this experience. It actually surprised me how buzzed, I really wasn’t expecting it. At first my boyfriend didn’t know if he was because he had never felt a nicotine buzz before. But he was like, “I feel kind of jittery and really alert” and his friend and I are like, “Yep, buzzed.” I’m really going to try not to accidently inhale next time because I felt a twinge nauseous after. Afterward, my boyfriend said to me, “Yeah, we probably shouldn’t do that everyday… maybe once or twice a week.” He loved it and so did I. He already wants me to pick up a couple more tobaccos which I thought was cute. I will probably go with his best friend on Wednesday to look at pipes, get a couple of new tobaccos since half ounces are not too expensive.
It is looking like it is probably something I will stick with since I really enjoy it. I think pipe smoking is one of those highly underrated activities. What I loved most about it was the action of doing it. I just loved taking little sips of smoke from my pipe and letting the smoke roll around in my mouth before I would lazily let it drift out. I’ve never been a fan of watching people do tricks like smoke rings, but pipe smoking makes me want to try to learn because I had a lot of fun just playing with the smoke. My pipe smoking adventure is likely to continue on Wednesday. Until then, happy smoking everyone.
My mind is reeling. I want this book: Velvet Glove, Iron Fist. I knew the anti-smoking movement was over-zealous, but the more I look into it, the worse it gets. Chapter 10 resonated with me the most, as this was the era I grew up in. The era of “there is nothing good about smoking”. Bad move trying to use that one on us. Seriously. Like Snowdon mentions in chapter 10, and as I have mentioned here before, I think it was precisely this “anti-smoking” lie that got me to try smoking in the first place. I was curious as to why someone would want to do something that was supposedly so vile. First attempt: gee, tobacco actually tastes good. First successful inhale: gee, smoking feels good- that’s why people keep doing it for long enough to get addicted.
Chapter 10 also has a pretty good run-down of all the junk-science that is used to link smoking to just about anything including AIDS. Yeah, AIDS. I didn’t believe that one until I read it. Maybe, just maybe it would be better to stick to research about things that tobacco could actually cause, than trying to demonize it further. This is like the smoking equivalent of “climategate” only less people know or seem to care.
What really got me was that there is little evidence to actually back passive smoking being bad. That’s right. All the smoking bans meant to “protect” non-smokers based on the fact that second-hand smoke is really bad are not based on good science. Good science involves accepting the results whether they go against what you previously thought or support it. But smoking science isn’t the only place that this occurs. And if science progresses through a series of paradigm shifts like Kuhn seems to think, one day another study will be done that says, hey- look here, passive smoking doesn’t seem to increase your risk of anything. Eventually what they will find is that the percentage of diseases caused by passive smoking are not decreasing, despite our decreased exposure. Or if those that believe in passive smoking are right, we will see a decrease. I actually think it would be funny if we saw an increase. Explain that one.
It is kind of like the time when they were sure that ulcers were caused by excess acid. The guy who proposed that gastric ulcers were caused by bacteria was laughed at. Ridiculed by the scientific community. So he took matters into his own hands. Much to his wife’s dismay, he drank a flask of the bacteria that he thought caused gastric ulcers. Sure enough, he developed ulcers. Luckily he had already figured out the concoction of antibiotics that need to be used to treat it. Faced with this evidence, the scientific community had to accept their research. So maybe one day, there will be shift away from this bullshit of passive smoking and I will see smoking lounges start cropping up around here again. Because quite honestly, an establishment should be able to choose whether they allow smoking or not. I’m all for keeping smoking as an “adult” activity and only allowing it in places that do not allow minors. No need to return to the days of smoke-filled restaurants.
I guess what bugs me most about all this, isn’t the smoking bans or the regulations. It’s that people are doing shitty work and calling it science. They are twisting their results to suit their needs. That’s not what science is about. We saw this with climategate too. Maybe climate change is occurring, but shame on the scientists that decided to fudge their data to make it fit their hypothesis. Something like climate change isn’t something that we are likely to collect enough data for over even the course of my lifetime. It is the type of research that needs to be ongoing and over long periods of time, because the earth is old. We are just a blip on the radar as far as the history of Earth is concerned.
All of this makes me more confident in my choice to take up smoking the pipe occasionally. Sure my oral health may suffer a little although if my dentist had her way I would never eat candy either. Sure I am probably increasing my risk of mouth, throat and esophageal cancer, although by how much, I cannot say because when I looked into that the research I found many different numbers. For the most part, research concluded that you do not significantly decrease your lifespan by smoking pipes or cigars, unless you smoke heavily (defined as 10 cigars a day or 20 pipes a day). Life is a giant game of risk vs benefit analysis. After analysis, I have determined that the benefit of pipe and cigar smoking far outweigh the risk. And to that I will smoke.
If the post brings me my pipes by next week, I should be smoking them by the weekend. The plan is to head down to the tobacco shop with my boyfriend and his friend, who has also apparently wanted to get into pipe smoking for a long time and was a little surprised by my apparent sudden interest. My response: to my boyfriend- I told him that he shouldn’t be surprised, and to the friend well, I’ll keep him guessing where my “sudden” interest came from. It’s nice to have a crew of friends to do this with, since I know that was something I really lacked with my closet smoking. I know the majority of my friends wouldn’t really understand, but I don’t care at this point.
But what I wanted to talk about for this post is the “Smoking Hot Cigar Chick“. She is a chick with an interest in cigars. And I might of thought she was hot until I heard her voice… which irritates me. You guys are probably thinking, “Oh she is just jealous.” Maybe, but her voice is still irritating. Voice aside, I actually really enjoy her videos which are mostly reviews about cigars. So if you are into cigar smoking and girls check her out. If you want to watch a girl smoke a cigar, maybe go elsewhere because she does more talking than she does smoking. What I do like about her is that she clearly loves cigars.
That’s all I have for tonight… I’ve got a buzz from the rather large beer I just drank. It was 500 ml of a beer called Ephemere- Apple and it was quite delicious. I also had the rest of the mead that we opened at New Year’s and have been nursing ever since. It aged in the fridge surprisingly well. I don’t normally drink this much… so I’m quite buzzed, maybe even drunk. Hope everyone else is having a great saturday night!