When my father passed away, I got his pipes, maybe a dozen. I smoked Cherry Blend in them, but after awhile it was too much trouble. Pipe tobacco smelled better than it tasted. When I came home from VN I was smoking 4 packs of PallMalls a day. One day I just tossed them out the window. In the war they were a dime a pack. When you were hungry or angry a smoke was good. I was hungry and angry a lot.