#buy pipe tobacco

[gasogene]

my copy of sherlock: chronicles came today and i'm sooo excited...wdym i have 300+ pages about the production of BBC sherlock on my hands?

[swagging-back-to]

my favorite pipe has started to break and crack in the little hole where the smoke goes in through and im so scared to actually break her and not be able to use her anymore so i bought a new pipe i don't care about as much so i can break it and not feel anything at all

[vapedokha]

@vapedokha

[claude-12]

Types of Tobacco

There are many different types of pipe tobacco, each with its own characteristics, flavours, and aromas. Some of the most common types are:

Virginia: A light and sweet tobacco that is cured with hot air. It is often used as a base for many blends, and it can range from lemon yellow to dark brown in colour.

Burley: A low-sugar and high-nicotine tobacco that is air-cured. It is also a popular base for blends, especially aromatics, as it absorbs flavourings well. It produces thick and cool smoke, and it can add body and spice to a blend.

Kentucky: A dark and strong tobacco that is fire-cured. It has a smoky and earthy flavour, and it is usually used in small amounts to enhance a blend. It is also known as Dark Fired Kentucky. One good example of a mixture of these distinct flours is the Amphora Original Pipe Tobacco 40g pouch, the extraordinary craftsmanship exhibited by Mac Baren in 2006.

Orientals: A group of small-leaf tobaccos that are sun-cured. They have a distinctive spicy and floral aroma, and they are often used in English and Balkan blends. Some examples of oriental tobaccos are Latakia, Perique, and Turkish.

Cavendish: A type of tobacco that is not a variety, but a process. It involves steaming and flavouring tobaccos, usually Virginia, Burley, or Kentucky, to create a mild and sweet smoke. Cavendish tobaccos can be natural or aromatic, depending on the flavourings used.

These are just some of the main types of pipe tobacco, but there are many more to explore and enjoy. You can also try different blends and cuts of tobacco to find your ideal smoking experience.

[digitalmaarkett]

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[smallesthobbit]

The Hobbit & The Dwarf {P.I} || Thorin Oakenshield

Synopsis - You and your brother, Bilbo, meet Thorin (& Company).

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - Guess this is going to be a few-parter and a slow burner, sorry in advance!

Word Count - 1.2k.

{Caffeinate Me}.

That morning, you had been sitting outside with your brother Bilbo Baggins, smoking a pipe of tobacco and betting who could blow the biggest smoke rings over The Hill when the sun was quickly shaded from your vision. You and Bilbo turned your heads to the side to see an elderly man grinning down at you: he was dressed in grey, with a long grey, scruffy beard, a pointed hat and a staff clasped between his hands. Bilbo looked at the man with wide eyes, as in awestruck before chiming out a loud “good morning!” 

Well, that was the start of a conversation then but to be honest, you weren’t really listening, you were still blowing large smoke-rings over The Hill and basking in the warm shade the mystery man was creating. You had overheard that this man's name was ‘Gandalf’. Not to mention, the word ‘adventure’ was being thrown around a few times, that was before Bilbo stood up and stormed inside leaving you sitting on the lawn with the elderly gentleman. “Your brother,” Gandalf mumbled to you, shaking his head as he walked up to the large circular front door. You watched with curious eyes as Gandalf used his stick to draw a small glowing symbol on the door. Then, once his masterpiece of vandalism was complete, Gandalf turned to you and placed a finger to his lips and chuckled before walking off into the sparkling sunlight. 

Later that day, you and Bilbo had been merrying your way around the markets, picking up food for the week's suppers and buying little trinkets that you found rather appealing. Before you knew it, night had fallen and you were back in your hole in the ground, ready to have a nice, quiet supper with your brother… or at least that’s what you thought. 

You were both about to tuck into your supper for the evening when there was a knock at the large, round front door. With a confused expression Bilbo looked at you but you just shrugged, your face showing equal confusion. Slowly and hesitantly, Bilbo walked to open the door, and the last thing he expected to see was a dwarf. “Dwalin, at your service!” The dwarf spoke loudly, curtseying as he introduced himself. 

“Bilbo and Y/N… at yours,” Bilbo mumbled, looking at you with that same confused expression. 

“Where is it? He said there would be food, and lots of it!” Dwalin said, pushing past Bilbo and walking towards you in the kitchen. 

“He said? Who said?” Bilbo asked, but the question fell on deaf ears as a second knock came to the door. While Bilbo answered the door, you showed Dwalin to the supper table and offered him the food off of yours and Bilbo's plates. When Bilbo opened the door, another dwarf with a white long beard was standing there, a grin on his lips. “Who are you?” Bilbo said, the words tumbling off his lips before he even realised what they were. 

“Balin, at your service!” The dwarf, Balin, bowed to Bilbo and walked into the dining area where you and Dwalin sat. The second the two dwarves' eyes met, they were hugging immediately: it was clear they knew each other, maybe they were even related. While Bilbo spoke his mind to the two dwarves who had now moved their conversation to the pantry there was yet again another knock at the door. Well, expect both yours and Bilbo’s surprise when there was not one, but two dwarves on the other side. 

“Fili-”

“And Kili-”

“At your service,” they chime at the same time. 

“I think there must be some mistake,” you gasped as the two dwarves at the large door looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Has it been cancelled?” One of them asked. 

“No one told us!”

“No, nothing’s been cancelled,” Bilbo stressed, raking his hands through his hair. 

“That’s a relief,” Kili and Fili smirked as they pushed their way inside. They looked around inspecting the furniture scattered across the room and art that adorned the walls, taking in the homeliness and comfort of the hobbit hole. 

“Kili! Fili!” Dwalin and Balin cheered, pulling the two younger dwarves into a hug. 

“What in the middle–earth is going on here?” You hissed at Bilbo, looking towards the four dwarves now standing in your pantry and inspecting your food. 

“I don’t know! Don’t ask me!” Bilbo hissed back at you, frowning. 

“You invited one too many people for tea and now we have four dwarves we do not know in our home!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air. 

“I did not-” Bilbo tried to defend himself when he was, once again, interrupted by a knock at the door. “I swear to whoever, if this is someone’s idea of a joke I am not going to be happy!” 

Before Bilbo opened the door, he took a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself for another dwarf or two - but not eight! One after the other they fell on top of each other onto the floor of your home, grunting in pain and discomfort. Just as Bilbo was about to squeal in disbelief, shock and pure horror, a large figure bowed down revealing himself: Gandalf. Bilbo’s eyes met with the wizards and he shook his head, helping the dwarves off the floor and begrudgingly welcoming them into your shared home. “Bilbo my boy!” Gandalf exclaimed. The wizard ducked to allow himself entry into the home. Then he began to introduce each dwarf as they hung up their cloaks. “Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Bifur, Bofur and Bombur.” 

“Welcome,” you smiled weakly, watching as the dwarves piled into your kitchen and began to merrily chat with one another. Meanwhile, Gandalf and Bilbo were speaking quietly in the corner of the room. You were lost, standing in the middle of the entrance surrounded by a Company of dwarves. 

“It seems we’re one man short – Where is he?” Gandalf asked, looking around at the dwarves, taking in each of their dishevelled appearances.   

“He’s running late, but he’ll be here,” Dwalin replied confidently. Gandalf nodded his head in response, taking in Dwalin’s answer as fact. Then, the Company began to chat amongst themselves again as they ate and drank. They were growing in confidence when all of a sudden a mighty bang came from the large front door. 

“That’ll be him,” Gandalf said, standing up and heading to open the door. When Gandalf opened the door, yet another dwarf stood there, his head down. “Thorin!” Gandalf chimed, forcing the dwarf to lift up his head. 

The dwarf, no doubtedly called Thorin, offered a weak smile to the wizard before turning to walk towards you and your brother. “So you are the Hobbits Gandalf insisted on bringing to our Company?”

“I say you’ll find no better members than these two Baginses!” Gandalf said sternly, placing a hand on Thorin’s shoulder. Thorin looked between you and Bilbo, an almost knowing smirk on his face. That smirk gave you two reactions: firstly, it made you visibly tense up and secondly it made your heart soar like a bird in the sky. You decided it best to keep your distance away from the one they call Thorin.

[sexhaver]

the people on the last poll complaining about all weed universally smelling like skunk/piss but then waxing poetic about the subtle spicy notes of pipe tobacco... either you've never smoked weed and are basing the smell off someone smoking $100/oz Mexican brick pack in a poor neighborhood, you haven't smoked or updated your mental image of how weed smells since high school when you were also smoking $100/oz Mexican brick pack that your friend Terry charged you $20/g for, or you do smoke weed but suck at buying it

[koiiiji]

random windbreaker headcanons

tw : no, kinda cute, x reader not included

⊹ Wooin believe in mbti types, if it says that someones mbti type doesn’t match with his, he will believe it.

⊹ Hyok ultimate stand is pokemon. he wants to be pokemon.

⊹ Harry actually dog enjoyer who prefers animals to people bc they are loud and use doping. and dogs don’t use doping. Noah always argues with him bc actually cats are cooler.

⊹ Mahon was super naive person in some ways. like it was enough to say something with straight, serious face and he will believe it.

⊹ Sangho drink water or strong alcohol like whiskey, vodka, soju or something that have degree higher than 30°. nothing else. it always either water or alcohol. and he hates cocktails. if u guy who drinks cocktails u r gay, his honest opinion, i just asked him!!

⊹ Juhwan actually have a shark. there is an app, where you can “buy” a shark and you can see its location. so Juhwan owns two sharks, their names is Bobby and Sam. he was really upset when Bobbys tracker lost and he can’t see his shark anymore :( Bobby was his favorite one

⊹ deep inside Juwon really lonely person, so partly he actually enjoys that he have Vinny’s company and at some, really rare moments actually think about him as his younger brother (then he have a call from his partners from dark business and everything goes back)

⊹ Juwon actually get tied of people really fast, so he doesn’t really have friends, only business partners like Sangho and some people like Umi, who was with him in university

⊹ TJ have tiktok playlist that contains hard brazilian phonk, the ones from epic anime edits, and he listen it in headphones and imagine himself as an anime hero

⊹ Minu was questionable about his preferences. before he met Mia he always spent biggest part of his time with boys from zephyrus and June, and he wasn’t interested in girls around him. he used to think maybe he had a crush on Vinny or June.

⊹ Aria really enjoys history classes and have best marks at this subject.

⊹ Vinny doesn’t understand concept of dating. like you just met random people and start see each other every day and then maybe marry and have kids? are you insane? you just see random person and think “oh u cool, u r my boyfriend/girlfriend now”. he genuinely think people are weird.

⊹ Shelly 100% high fashion enjoyer and maybe even wanted to be a model, but she is not tall enough, so before coming to Korea she was insecure about her height.

⊹ aside from apples Hajun enjoys cucumbers. they are like apples in vegetables world.

⊹ Kaneshiro hates iqos. same with sangho, either normal cigarettes or pipe with tobacco. no third option.

⊹ Jay Jo enjoy Gordon Ramsay shows. especially old “kitchen nightmares” where he travels across US and mock cafe owners.

[ltwilliammowett]

Smoke on the Water

Sailors loved to smoke, it was a distraction from the hard work, the conditions around them and the often scarce food etc. Tobacco could now be consumed in different ways, either smoked in a pipe or chewed.

In addition to the pipe, officers from the 18th century onwards also liked to have a cigar from time to time, conveniently in the last days of sailing ships when the hand-rolled cigarette emerged, which incidentally was then very popular with all sailors.

Three Sailors having a break at the galley, smoking a pipe and having some tea or coffee, HMS Union of London, by unknown 1823 (x)

Now there was only one problem, because smoking was not always allowed, only at the smoking lamp or in the galley and at permitted times, and so many people chewed their tobacco, which could be consumed in between. The only thing that was a little more difficult was storing it, because it was not so easy to simply put it in your pocket if you had to expect to lose it while working in the air. That's why the sailors put their chewing tobacco under their hats and the inner lining became soaked with sweat and tobacco juice over time. Now there wasn't always tobacco to buy, or the gentleman didn't have enough money to buy it, so he took the lining out of the hat and chewed it instead. Hence the exclamation "Eat my hat".

What did a tobacco plug look like? The leaves were dipped in honey, molasses or flavoured syrup. A hole was drilled in a block of wood - hickory was preferred, but other types of wood were also sufficient - and the soaked tobacco was pressed into it, hence the word "plug". As soon as the tobacco had hardened, the plug was pulled out of the hole and wrapped in cavas so that it could be used.

As tobacco was considered essential for survival, it was almost a catastrophic event if it ran out. So worn cordage, whether manila or hemp, was tried and found to be very pungent and intoxicating; tea leaves had their devotees, and some hardy spirits experimented with some of the green weed that graced our waterlines when dried in the sun. The most popular smoke, however, was a combination of dew sausages, coffee grounds and the bark of a pork barrel, grated into small pieces and mixed in equal quantities.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Post Sinsmas Ficlet- Happy New Year Part 1

About time I post one of my ficlets at 2 in the morning. Enjoy and happy Sinsmas to you and yours.

"What do you mean you, 'celebrate the new year?'" Stolas asks, arms crossed. Blitz just blinks.

"You gotta be kidding me. You study fucking space and you don't celebrate the turning of a new year?!" He asks, face contorted in confusion.

Stolas looks away, eyes cast, "Well I-dont celebrate much of anything. There was...birthdays for Via and Fathers day. That's...about it".

Blitz winces and grabs his hand, "Well, more new things then! Exciting. Loony and I usually go to Wrath to watch the fireworks with M&M. Since it's such a wide open space. Would you wanna come with?" He asks, looking up at him. Stolas hesitates then looks down at Blitz's genuine smile. He can't say no to that face.

"I suppose...I don't really feel good about going back to Wrath though without my powers. They already hated me as I was before", he says nervously, writhing his hands.

Blitz leans on him, "Don't worry, we'll be with Millies family and they love me! We all won't let anything happen to ya". Stolas smiles, "Okay".

"Now, wanna get a new outfit for the occasion? Something more...country?" Blitz asks with excited eyes and Stolas rolls his own.

"I suppose. I do love shopping", he smiles and Blitz nods, "Don't I know it. Gone through about three of mah paychecks for it!"

Stolas frowns, "I'm sorry is...that too much? I dont-you offered". Blitz widens his eyes, "No no I'm sorry I uh, just something us commoners so sometimes. Complain about not having money".

Stolas looks to the ground when Blitz interrupts his steady dissociation.

"I promise, it's fine", Blitz reassures and Stolas gives a small smile, taking his hand.

They go shopping for clothing again in Pride, this time to a wooden building with a cowboy hat on the sign. Walking in it smells like tobacco and polished wood. It's much more casual than the place they'd been before, with racks upon racks and only one changing room.

Blitz smiles, holding up a brown vest with dangling pieces off the bottom.

"Watcha think? Would I be a tootin cowboy or a tootin cowboy?" He chuckles and tries on the vest. But before Stolas can response, the man behind the counter pipes up.

"Hey! You try it, you buy it", he says in a gruff voice. Blitz sighs, "Fuckin ripoff. You're lucky it looks good on me mister", he points to the cashier, slamming down a 20. The man could give no fucks, just grabbing the bill and looking off again into the distance.

"I don't know uhm, if I'm going to find something here without trying it on", Stolas says meagerly, flipping through the myriad of button down plaid shirts.

Blitz ponders, "Hmmm. I think this one would look cute", he holds up a purple plaid shirt to him and Stolas blushes, "Really? The pattern is rather bold".

"Aww come on you're in Pride, Stolas! Amongst the people! You gotta be bold in this world", Blitz comments and hands him the Purple button down. Stolas smiles, "Okay fine", and tries it on. To his surprise, Blitz knew his exact size. As soon as he tries it on the man stands up to speak again and Blitz slams down another 20. The man sits back down.

He looks over Stolas in the shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His face must look love drunk but he can't help it. Stolas looks amazing in anything.

"You like it that much, hmm?" Stolas asks, still skeptical. Blitz pulls him in closer, holding his waist.

"You're just so sexy in anything you wear, Stols", he quips and Stolas's face burns red. Becoming flustered, he pulls the shirt off, "W-well, we'll take it then". Blitz chuckles, "Already paid". Stolas blinks, "Oh! Well, let's go then".

Ever since being back on his meds for a few days he feels a little more normal. The fog slowly lifting from his head. He's been clearer headed, and starts wishing for idle things to do with his hands, besides writing in his diary. Being a secretary at IMP is an easy job and all, but he finds himself craving more to do. Which he can't believe he'd ever say.

"So uhm, what are we going to Wrath for again? A party?" He asks Blitz as he comes out of the bathroom from getting ready. "Uh do ya mind?" He asks and Stolas widens his eyes, "Oh. Yes of course", and turns his body away so he can't see as Blitz gets dressed. He forgot however, about the mirror on the other side of the room. A tall one Blitz bought so Stolas could see his whole self. And apparently all of Blitz as well.

His face blushes again and he almost doesn't pay attention when Blitz finally answers him.

"For fireworks silly! Big bang light shows. You'll love it. Like what we saw in the human world. Member?"

Stolas hears about half of that, watching Blitz pull up his jeans over the bulge and buttoning. Then as he pulls his shirt over his head, Stolas is lost in that chest.

"Stolas? You...listening?" Blitz asks, pulling the shirt down and grabbing the new vest. Stolas panics, "Uh yes. Yes! Of course. Light show. Sounds great".

"Uh huh...", Blitz narrows his eyes then throws Stolas his new purple button down, "Then get dressed silly! We got a little ways to go to get to Wrath in the van".

Stolas quickly grabs the shirt with one hand, holding it at his chest for a moment. Then when Blitz goes back into the restroom, he screams into it a little. Having restraint might be harder than he thought.

[vonspe]

What present do you think would be available for Rook to buy for NPC Scipio?

Maaan, get him some nice pipe tobacco or a piece of cheese and hes good! He’ll sell u a rare healing belt for it.

[corrupted-doll]

Burning Through the Quiet

On a crisp Saturday morning, as people pushed and flowed past her, Shannon stood still in the middle of the mall staring directly at the tobacconist's store. She pulled her coat close to herself and breathed nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The bell above the door rang whenever someone passed through it, and Shannon had been here for long enough that it was starting to have a Pavlovian reaction inside her. She reached in her pocket and clutched at her phone.

Not caring if someone passed her and read through her conversation on Discord with someone with the evocative name of MistressOfFlame.

"It's not about the cigar itself. It’s about the surrender. The sensuality. Imagine it: the way the thick, girthy cigar feels as you cradle it between lusciously painted lips, a small rebellion smoldering at the edge. It's not smoking—it's claiming a moment for yourself. Try it. You’ll thank me."

Shannon bit her lower lip, glancing nervously at the shop's faded awning. She didn’t smoke, and the very idea felt absurd—she hated the smell of cigarettes and could barely stand the faint wisp of smoke from her dad's pipe when she visited home. She never smoked pot, or even vaped. The thought of smoking…. well, ANYTHING, wasn't something she had ever considered. And yet… there was something about the way MistressOfFlame described it that made her pause.

In a way, it wasn’t about the act of smoking. It was about what it represented. Control, indulgence, a world where she wasn’t just quiet-Shannon, mild-Shannon, the girl who was so reliable her co-workers could tell what day it was from what she ate for lunch. If she listened to Flame, she could be bold-Shannon, daring-Shannon, possibly even object-of-desire-Shannon. The pull was strong.

Her thumb hovered over the chat window.

Shannon: But I don’t even like smoke. Won’t it just make me gag?

The reply came almost instantly.

MistressOfFlame: Sweet girl, it’s not about liking it. It’s about letting yourself feel something new. And when you do it, send me a picture.

Shannon’s face burned red, and she stuffed her phone into her coat pocket. Was she really going to let someone she barely knew from a DISCORD SERVER of all things talk her into this? She looked up at the shop sign again. Barry’s Cigars & Fine Tobacco. The cursive letters curled like smoke trails, inviting her in.

It wasn’t surrender, she told herself. It was an experiment. She could back out anytime. She was in total control.

Taking a deep breath, Shannon pushed the door open.

Inside, the air was thick and earthy, the smell of tobacco clinging to every inch of the small shop. She clenched her hand into a nervous fist, as she remembered the smell of her dad's pipe. Shelves lined the walls, displaying rows of cigars in neat cedar boxes - she was surprised to see them displayed for flagrantly. An older man with a salt-and-pepper beard stood behind the counter, polishing a glass display case filled with lighters and cutters.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his voice warm but slightly bemused as he took in her fidgeting posture.

“Uh, yeah,” Shannon said, her voice catching. “I… I’d … I need to buy a cigar.”

The words were difficult for her, but at this point she felt them true. It was a need at this point. Flame had been winding her up for days, and Shannon needed this release.

The man nodded, his expression professional. “Any idea what you’re looking for?”

She froze. “Uh, something… thick? And, um, girthy?”

His eyebrow twitched upward, but he didn’t laugh. He started reciting names and brands, but they made no sense to Shannon. This was so confusing. The rolled tobacco sticks overwhelmed her sight and smell - how could they all be so different, long, short, thick, thin, and so many shades. Her eyes drifted to a dark one. Impossibly dark, like a rich chocolate. The man saw her captivated expression and smiled.

He chuckled. “That’s a something or other, the words melted in Shannon's mind. Definitely not beginner-friendly, but if you’re feeling adventurous…”

“I’ll take it,” she blurted out before she could second-guess herself.

Minutes later, Shannon walked out of the shop with a small paper bag in hand, her heart pounding. She found a bench a few feet away and sat down, pulling out her phone, sending a picture.

Shannon: I got one

MistressOfFlame: Oh My! I didn't realised you would be so greedy. Good girl. You know what's next.

Shannon stared at the screen, then at the cigar. Her reflection in the shop window caught her eye—plain, awkward, uncertain. She bit her lip, she did know. It wasn't far to get back to her apartment. Every step made her aware of the dark brown pleasure stick that she concealed in her bag, even if no-one knew, she knew it was there. She resisted the temptation to pull it out and touch it, to stroke it, to feel how it felt. No, she'd wait until she was home.

The minutes it took her to enter her apartment felt like an eternity. She dropped her bag on the table and almost ran to her bedroom. She dug through her cosmetics for a creamy deep plum lipstick - it had been a gift from Mia, but she'd always thought it was too dark, too bold. The tingling she felt throughout her whole body demanded no time for lip-liner, she immediately darkened her lips and felt at peace.

She reached for the cigar, and the lighter she'd bought. It was so thick and wide, she had no idea how she'd fit it in her mouth. Her fingertips touched the thick veins of the leaves and she shivered with pleasure. Was she really about to do this?

The man in the shop had cut it for her, so all she needed to do was bring the cigar to her lips and light it. It felt heavy in her hands, and almost relieving when she placed it between her lips. She closed her eyes and lit it, breathing in short sharp burst in order to get it to light properly. The taste was rough and she coughed hard, but eventually figured out how to breathe it in so the smoke curled in and around her lungs.

It felt like she was burning from the inside, but she didn't care. She'd done it. She took a photo of the thick brown rod of smoke, cushioned by her painted lips and sent it to her friend. The message came back and filled her with so much happiness, she nearly blanked out completely.

"Good Girl"

[leowhite092]

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