Pulvers' Prior Briar
P.O. Box 61146
Palo Alto, CA  94306

(650) 965-7403
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
April 15, 2018;
Of course I have another idea for those of
you looking for a PhD dissertation with
which to wow your professors.  What else
would I be doing with my time?
This one entails a detailed look into some
of the neurological/biological aspects of
man and some of our surrounding beasts,
but you wouldn't want or expect
something easy, like the private life of
Jane Adams of Hull House.
Here's where you'll be going if you pick
up this idea and make a run with it.  (Nor
is there any reason to feel shy because
your family and friends will make fun of
you.  They won't. Remember, there have
been guys that chose to row across the
Atlantic, and maybe even the Pacific, and
nobody made too much fun of them, and
think about how much more stupid they
are (or were...I don't imagine many of
them lived through an unadulterated
testosterone driven craze) than you will
be if you listen to my urgings.  What you
will be doing is trying to figure out the
difference between homo sapiens who
quest after power and sometimes achieve
it, without any of the other qualities that
should accompany a lofty position over
other people,  and animals, who get born
into their hierarchical position in the
What is it...chemical, neurological,
nurture, that makes some people lust
after power and others not.  And since
you're doing that, might as well figure out
what it is that compels (or is it "impels?")
so many of us to follow somebody that
wants to become a leader.
Let me tell you why I ask.  Let's say
somebody fills out the application to be
President of a country, or Mayor of a
large city.  As soon as a person does that,
don't we, as a society, have enough
concrete, incontrovertible evidence that
the person in question is bat-shit crazy &
needs, for the protection of us all, to be
put away, at least until that urge to rule
I needn't go into all the reasons a person
has to be nuts to want one of the
above-mentioned position.  For openers,
the campaign winner can't even go out to
eat in peace and quiet.  It gets much,
much worse from there.  
From our side, why would we want to be
ruled by somebody who wants to rule us?
If we want that, we should just submit our
bodies to slavery somewhere.
Well, it looks like I'm getting far afield
from my PhD proposal.  As I have no time
to do the study, I leave it to you to come
up with an answer, which might help us
find some better leaders.
Drop me a line when you get some

P.S.  The posting of pipes continues, with
a large, very well grained Preben Holm on
the Danish page and a Comoy's Blue
Riband and huge Upshall B on the English.

Please take a look at our Specials page,
where we have the pipes that have been
donated to raise money for pipe maker
Rolando Negoita, who had brain tumor
surgery and is now undergoing
post-operation treatment to deal with that

Buying a pipe is a good and painless
way to help a great member of our
Of course, cash donations to the URL
below are also welcome.
Be generous.

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.

The following article was found and then
contributed to us by Regis McCafferty,
who writes well received mystery fiction
of his own.  I try to mention it to you all
whenever he publishes a new book.  The
following article, published 125 years ago,
is just as fresh today.  I guess the more
things change, the more they stay the
same.  Who said that?

Mark Twain on Nicotine Nannies
The Moral Statistician
Originally published in Sketches, Old and
New, 1893

I don't want any of your statistics; I took
your whole batch and lit my pipe with it.
I hate your kind of people. You are always
ciphering out how much a man's health is
injured, and how much his intellect is
impaired, and how many pitiful dollars and
cents he wastes in the course of
ninety-two years' indulgence in the fatal
practice of smoking; and in the equally
fatal practice of drinking coffee; and in
playing billiards occasionally; and in
taking a glass of wine at dinner, etc. etc.
And you are always figuring out how
many women have been burned to death
because of the dangerous fashion of
wearing expansive hoops, etc. etc. You
never see more than one side of the
You are blind to the fact that most old
men in America smoke and drink coffee,
although, according to your theory, they
ought to have died young; and that hearty
old Englishmen drink wine and survive it,
and portly old Dutchmen both drink and
smoke freely, and yet grow older and
fatter all the time. And you never try to
find out how much solid comfort,
relaxation, and enjoyment a man derives
from smoking in the course of a lifetime
(which is worth ten times the money he
would save by letting it alone), nor the
appalling aggregate of happiness lost in a
lifetime by your kind of people from not
smoking. Of course you can save money
by denying yourself all those little vicious
enjoyments for fifty years; but then what
can you do with it? What use can you put
it to? Money can't save your infinitesimal
soul. All the use that money can be put to
is to purchase comfort and enjoyment in
this life; therefore, as you are an enemy
to comfort and enjoyment where is the
use of accumulating cash?
It won't do for you to say that you can
use it to better purpose in furnishing a
good table, and in charities, and in
supporting tract societies, because you
know yourself that you people who have
no petty vices are never known to give
away a cent, and that you stint yourselves
so in the matter of food that you are
always feeble and hungry. And you never
dare to laugh in the daytime for fear some
poor wretch, seeing you in a good humor,
will try to borrow a dollar of you; and in
church you are always down on your
knees, with your ears buried in the
cushion, when the contribution-box
comes around; and you never give the
revenue officers a full statement of your
Now you know all these things yourself,
don't you? Very well, then, what is the
use of your stringing out your miserable
lives to a lean and withered old age? What
is the use of your saving money that is so
utterly worthless to you? In a word, why
don't you go off somewhere and die, and
not be always trying to seduce people
into becoming as ornery and unlovable as
you are yourselves, by your villainous
"moral statistics"?
Now, I don't approve of dissipation, and I
don't indulge in it either; but I haven't a
particle of confidence in a man who has
no redeeming petty vices. And so I don't
want to hear from you any more. I think
you are the very same man who read me a
long lecture last week about the
degrading vice of smoking cigars, and
then came back, in my absence, with your
reprehensible fire-proof gloves on, and
carried off my beautiful parlor stove.  30

Most recently posted were a good handful
of Russian/Ukrainian pipes on the Misc.
page.  Handsome & well priced, too.  Also,
three very well priced English pipes...a
Sasieni Four Dot Natural, a BBB Golden
Legacy and a Peterson Flame Grain.

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

Take note...a consignment of fine pipes
by BK have had their prices lowered.  
Pipes from him are on almost all the
pages, so look carefully.  You might find a
gem that you now want to afford.

Pessimist: one who, when he has a choice
of two evils, chooses both.
Oscar Wilde

available tins
Pease Southlinch from 2002 NASPC show.
Friedman & Pease Winter's Tale.  $100
Balkan Sobranie Virginia # 10 50 grams.
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:

McClelland Mixture #1 (2000?) 100 grams.
McClelland Virginia Woods. 1997. 100
grams. $50
Ashton 1997 Celebrated Sovereign 4 oz.,
Esoterica Pembroke...2 oz., 56 grams. $80
Davidoff Royalty 50 grams. $30
Davidoff Danish 50 grams. $25
Dunhill Std. Mixture Mild from Lane 50
grams. $65
Butera Matured Ribbon 1996 & '97 50
grams. $50
Benjamin Hartwell Pvt. Reserve 50 grams
Consolidated Cigar (thus from mid '90's)

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