Why Choose a smoking Pipe?

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A Savinelli pipe captures the stillness of a man’s life journey.<br>

It is said that a man spends his whole life looking for a private sanctuary—a place to pour forth his emotions. In his youth it was the close friends with whom he shared everything. Then, when he started a family, it was the quiet solitude of sitting alone in his automobile late at nite. In middle age it has become the pipe in his hand. A partner that has stayed by his side for years.<br>It speaks in no words, yet it holds the storms and conflicts of half a life. All that wordless quiet is spun into the tendrils of smoke that rise slowly into the air.<br>

(The pipe: a man’s own, silent confidant.)<br>

The pipe may be the man’s only confidant on his hardest days.<br>

You do not have to speak to it. It sits silently in your hand, giving you company. The twisted knots in your head seem to unravel after finishing a bowl, and the next day you are ready to stand up again—to struggle and to shoulder your duties.<br>

In middle age we learn to hide our feelings, handmadepipe.com to only communicate the good news and keep the unpleasant to ourselves, and to shoulder everything alone. There are things we cannot tell our parents, for fear of upsetting them; things we cannot tell our partners, for fear of making them uneasy; and things we cannot tell our friends, for fear of being unduly sentimental or dramatic. All our unspoken thoughts and feelings are silently received by only the Savinelli pipe in hand. It doesn’t ask questions, or pass judgment, or provide platitudes. But it’s the most soothing companionship of all.<br>

(Each swirl of the wood grain is packed with the collected wisdom of a life lived.)<br>

Pipe smokers commonly say: “A pipe has soul, treat it well and it will reward you all the more.”<br>A new Savinelli pipe comes with a raw, unrefined briar that requires you to smoke bowl after bowl, polish it over and over again and tend to it day after day. As time passes, the bowl takes on a warm, lustrous sheen and the smoke becomes ever mellower and richer, much like an old friend who gets to know you better every day.<br>

A pipe is like life. In our youth we are all like a new pipe–sharp-edged, restless, impetuous, anxious for immediate success. We try to swallow the exhilaration of life all at once and burn our mouths and stumble along the road.<br>

Only after crossing the half of life, after having faced storms and seen the world, do we gradually learn to slow down, to walk with serenity, to welcome tolerance and inner quiet. Like a pipe softened by the years, losing its harsh edges for a quiet, settled warmth, it doesn’t need flash to have real character.<br>The hours of smoking, the emotions digested in the curling smoke, the detours made, the storms survived – this has all been distilled into the tenderness and inner strength deep within our bones.” It is very much like the individual grains of a briar pipe, polished to perfection by time itself.<br>

(What we have in our hands is the purest kind of happiness.)<br>

The older we get into middle life, the more difficult it becomes to achieve contentment.<br>We are caught up in a variety of roles: between houses and automobiles and children and aging parents – and employment, social commitments and responsibilities. We are too busy trying to be wonderful spouses, fathers, sons and employees, but we rarely get the opportunity to just be who we are.<br>It is only when we are in the study with a Savinelli pipe—lighting up and enjoying the smoke for a few dozen minutes—that we are free of playing any part; we need simply to be ourselves.<br>

<br>It is believed that a guy who smokes a pipe carries an ocean within his heart: tranquil on the surface, yet hiding roaring waves beneath.<br>That ocean is inside a Savinelli pipe. And it holds the silence and tenderness of half a lifetime. It gives us the calmness and the inner fortitude to meet the storms of life face to face.<br>And to all my pipe-smoking brothers who own a Savinelli: may you find peace within yourself, and peace with life, in the swirling smoke.<br>

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