Archive for March 11th, 2010

Monstrosity Pipes (Merchandise Review)

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

Fangoria.com

Monstrosity PipeI have to preface this review by saying that I don’t smoke a pipe. Well, I don’t smoke this kind of pipe… Wait, I may want to run for political office someday. OK, I don’t smoke, but I made an exception for this coverage. Fortunately, I was guided through the process by Olie Sylvester, owner and artist over at OomPaul.com.

Each pipe, or Monstrosity as they’re called over at the OomPaul website, is a hand-carved work of art, available in extremely limited quantities. The Monstrosities are treated like living beings, each with its own gruesome tale printed on its adoption notice. It’s like a Cabbage Patch Kid for adults, just not as flammable.

Dave McKendry smoking TrunkulosisSylvester set me up with Trunkulosis (pictured). He’s a short stubby thing that fits smoothly into your hand (that’s Trunkulosis, not Sylvester). At fir st, it looked like someone just stuck a stem into a hunk of wood they found in their back yard and called it a pipe, but a closer look revealed the fine detail and carving that went into giving Trunkulosis a scary “face” and personality. It is, in every good sense of the word, a monstrosity, a brilliant bit of gruesome craftsmanship.

As for the smoking, Sylvester also sent along a very nice Black Aromatic tobacco. I don’t know much about the stuff, but I can only guess that this is the good shit. My first attempt was not the gasping-and-choking affair I thought it would be. With Trunkulosis’ help, I was puffing away like a pro. It was a nice experience without a single bit of wayward ash, tobacco or burning ember, just smooth smoking. But be warned: These are heavy, so make sure to always hold on with at least one hand. I almost lost several years of expensive dental work trying to keep a grip with just my teeth.

Cyclopsy

Cyclopsy

At first glance, you may think about building a shire and helping out a few hobbits, but make no mistake about it: This is a rock star’s pipe, a true piece of heavy metal, albeit carved from wood. These horror-themed pipes are hardcore items that take the sophistication and snobbery out of pipe smoking, combining Gothic carvings with reptilian features; it’s easy to see why some fans call Sylvester the “Stephen King of the pipe world.” He hosts a weekly podcast at the OomPaul site for pipe aficionados (no, I didn’t know they existed either), and stands behind his work with a lifetime guarantee (who does that anymore?!). So now, thanks to my Monstrosity, I am an occasional pipe smoker indoctrinated by a great pipe.

Posted by Dave McKendry Mar 08, 2010

In praise of… pipe smoke

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

heraldscotland.com

Published on 8 Mar 2010

Time passes and many things fade.

Whither, for example, pipe smoke? I used to love the smell of it in the crowd at evening football matches. Such a sweet and mellow aroma.

They say smell is the sense that can best transport you back in memory. So it’s a shame the smell of pipe smoke is so rare now.

Until recently, the occasional whiff would transport me back instantly to a world of horse dung and public hangings. Hang on, that wasn’t me, that was my grandfather. But, you know what I mean: inhale deeply and you’ll get the picture.

For a while, when I got older, I affected to smoke a pipe. My father had taken to smoking one, and it seemed to calm him down and give him a more realistic perspective on life.

Certainly, he never went morris-dancing on the streets of Leith again, though that may have had more to with the final beating he received at the hands of an angry crowd.

For my part, I felt calm and vaguely intellectual when I puffed my Peterson. I even wrote a feature article, in which I claimed the practice was catching on among young people.

It must have been in the days before the Press Complaints Commission. Even I didn’t believe it, but it had what used to be called “an angle”.

My pipe-smoking ended one day when I came home from work stressed out. Once again, the head had come off my brush.

I sat down to smoke my pipe, hoping to relax. But the damned thing wouldn’t light and eventually, like the angry man in Chewin’ The Fat, I hurled it across the room and it smashed.

I’d taken up the thing to relax, and it had nearly given me a stroke. I never smoked a pipe again. But I miss that sweet and mellow smell.

Smoking video 3

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

A lot of news, but I’ve been running late all week, so…

Oh, and I’d usually not include hookah smoking, but for some reason, this caught my eye. Must be that clock in the background or something.