Thursday, August 9, 2012

Bennington Pipes Sale!!!!!

Buy 1 get 1 free!!
Our Pipes are made in Italy Ireland and Denmark. We will have them on sale for 2 weeks.
Once you are in the shopping cart make a note, in "additional comments/ shipping Instructions",
of which is your free pipe.
If you have any doubts, just give us a call - 561-391-1372/888-574-5404 we would be happy to answer any inquiry.
We have 4 active lines... The Supreme, the Royale, the Deluxe and Ovesized.
Happy smoking....
Jim

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Everyday Carry Knife, What do you carry?


Kern
Today it may not be a very stylish or an elegant trend, but when is   it that you need a knife?

Always… there is always a need or a use for one. Opening a package, as a screwdriver, a paint scraper, always perfect to cut up an apple or some fruit. A great substitute when you forget a fork.
Throughout a day there is always a moment when I think, “Where is my pocket knife?”
So much so that I decided to go searching…. EBay first, …wow!

SOG 15 Tool Assist
French style knives, skinny little designs, NATO designs, old designs from the French Legion. Swiss army, Smith and Wesson, Kershaw Whirlwind. Benchmade, Laguiole, Case Trapper, A SOG PowerAssist. Honestly! Some are really obnoxious! They are so big or have so many attachments that they become just too heavy…lol

Made of titanium, aluminum, mother of pearl, bone, simple woods and exotic woods and many other materials. Not to mention the blade! Regular steel, surgical steel, titanium

With clips and without, with spring and without. Great for cigars and sometimes with a tamper to be used for a pipe or to cut plug style tobacco. Some are well beyond a simple pocket knife and become a major tool…lol carrying pliers, different size knives, screw-drivers, etc…

The quality of the blade seems to matter most of the time, but some times it’s the size…
Skinning a rabbit anyone…?

Weird or not, If I don’t have a pocket-knife with me I always feel I’m missing something.

81/4" Laguiole folding knife
At the store we carry the French brand Laguiole, we might still have a xicar, as they don’t make them anymore it’s collectable now!! give us a call. 561-391-1372

Cut it smooth…
Christina

Thursday, July 19, 2012

HOW WATSON BECAME A DOCTOR By Sherlock Holmes


I have known my dear friend Doctor John Watson for many years now, and as most readers of this publication will know, he has a small delight in writing of our modest adventures in these pages.

So it was, when Mr. Greenough Smith – present editor of his publication – asked if I would consent to turn the tables, as it were, upon my friend and write a few short lines about him; I was delighted.

There are so many things I could write about my friend, but my mind is especially drawn back to one rather warm August morning when Dr. Watson and I had just finished one of Mrs. Hudson’s fine morning meals and sat smoking our first pipes of the day, gazing out the open windows of 221 Baker Street at some workmen across the way repairing the brickwork of the building opposite ours.

“Hard job that one,” said my friend…
“What?”
“The brick workers, Holms. It’s hard and dangerous too. Did I ever mention that in my youth I was once a hod carrier?”
“Hod carrier? Why on earth would you have taken up that line of work?’
“Well…” he said as he relit his old Willmer, “I was very young and had not been sure what I wanted to do with my life, and school had not at all appeared exciting. Working in the out-of doors, and making a living with one’s hands seemed oddly enough romantically “honest.” It was then that my father mentioned that that there was an opening for the job of hob carrier… you know… the man who carries the bricks for the bricklayers… it seemed the perfect thing to do.”

“And how long did you remain at this occupation Watson?” I asked.
“Oh, just the one day, Holmes.”
“One day! Now Watson, it sounds like there is a story in this; “ I chuckled…. Do tell old friend.
So I settled back and relit my pipe, as my friend unfolded his tale.

“The day had gone just fine. The work was hard, but I did not mind, and the older men were glad to have a lad to do the carrying. It was not till the end of the day the trouble began.”

“Do go on Watson…”
“Well, at the end of the day I was told there were a number of bricks left up on the roof of the building we were working on, and it would be my job to bring them down and stack them so that no one would be hurt, should they fall from the roof. And I would have no help as the rest of the men had already left, it would be a harder job still. So I sat for a moment’s rest and thought about how best to proceed, when I spotted an old empty barrel and formed a plan. I tied a rope to the barrel and then carried the rope up to the roof of the building, where I ran it through a pulley at the end of a board projecting out from the edge of the roof. Up I went again and filled the old barrel with all the unused bricks.”

“Interesting plan my friend.” I said, as I relit my pipe and smiled at what I suspected was about to come.

“Indeed it was, Holms. And the old barrel was just large enough to hold every last brick, so the job would not be nearly as hard as I had first thought.”
“Do go on old friend…”
“I had tied off the rope after hoisting the barrel to the roof. So once filled with the bricks, I went down and untied the rope in order to lower the bricks to ground. Simple really… too simple.”
“I had just not guessed that the old barrel, now filled with the bricks would weigh far more than I did!” “And as soon as I loosened the rope, the weight of the barrel of bricks lifted me off the ground!
“Surely you let go of the rope Watson?”
“No, Holmes, I went flying up into the air, and half way up I met the barrel of bricks coming down. It crashed into me, and I received a good many cuts and bruises about the head and shoulders. The barrel then continued down and I up. At the top I slammed my head into the board and jammed my poor fingers into the pulley, cutting them badly. As to the barrel of bricks, it had continued to the ground, where it hit with a crash that broke
out the bottom and spilled the load of bricks!”
“Oh, my… What then?
“Oh, yes dear Holmes!”
“I was now lighter than the once again empty barrel, and before I could swing over to the safety of the roof, I began a very rapid descent to the ground! Of course, the barrel was still tied to the rope, so as I began coming down, the devilish thing was jerked off the ground and began another trip to the roof. Halfway down, I met the barrel coming up, receiving more cuts to my feet and knees with a severe blow to my mid-section. The barrel continued to the roof and I continued to the ground, where I landed in a heap upon the spilled bricks, receiving even more cuts and bruises, I was in a very sorry state indeed, Holmes.”

“But at least the worst was over by then my friend.”
“Not really Holmes…”
“Watson! Surely you don’t mean that…”
“Yes, Holmes. Somehow in the daze I found myself I completely forgot…. That as I lay there upon the pile of bricks, holding on to the blasted rope, all I could think of was that I deserved a good smoke. So I LET GO OF THE ROPE to get out my pipe and pouch….”
“Watson, my dear friend, surely you did not…”
“Ah, Holmes, but I did. And releasing the rope, there was now nothing to hold what remained of the barrel to the roof; it therefore began to descend at a spiteful speed towards the earth, and me… And there it found me, still sitting upon the spilled bricks, with pouch in hand; it crashed upon me, knocking me out. I was still laying there the next morning when the men came to work.”
“And then?”
“I decided to become a doctor, right then and there my dear Holmes.”
Understandable, my dear Watson.”
“Elementary, my dear Holmes!”

Enjoy!
Christina
BC Calabash, available at Benningtons in Boca Raton
561-391-1372 

Thursday, April 26, 2012

A Treasure Trove




BEN WADE


About a week ago a couple walked into the store carrying seven large flat boxes, no higher than a couple of inches, some twenty inches deep, some fifteen inches wide. And all around eighteen inches long. Jim’s eyebrows shot –up and down in the span of one second.
They were old pipe boxes. Fashioned to be displayed under a glass counter. The top covers are split in the half, set with hinges, so it can be folded back and show off the beautiful designed bowls of briar sitting on cream colored satin.
What a treasure trove!! These were brand new, never smoked, Saseinis, Ben Wades, Preben Holms, Charantans, GBDs and Comoys. Pipe brands favored in the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s. And for some reason, these pipes had remained locked away for over 30 years!! They were discovered recently in a trunk, tucked away in an attic. Yeah, these things still happen…

 
BEN WADE



The favoritism of certain pipe brands depended on more than just good business skills. It depended on the company manager or the carver having contact with the smoker. Today, the pipes that are best known are Dunhills, Viprati, Mimo, Costellos, Petersons, Ser Jacopos, etc And in this century, pipe makers apprentice in four ways: The traditional personal mentoring at the workshop, books, videos, exchange of techniques and how-tos during pipe shows or pipe club meetings.

During the early 19th century most of the pipe makers apprenticed in other companies or
started by learning through repairing pipes, going onto working out how to carve a bowl. After all it is another facet of woodworking. But the most of the pipes available at the time were either made of the fragile clay or meerschaum. The clay using a mold and the meerschaum being carved. And the countries making them were France and England. A curious foot note: The British tobacco trade show or exhibit as it was called then, was already a presence to be reckoned with. The English being the heaviest tobacco importers for Europe!

Of the list I entered at the start of this story, the oldest was Comoy. A British and French company making clay and meerschaum pipes. But the British Charantan was the first to import ebouchons (briar blocks) to turn bowls. Comoy started some 10 years later. With exception of Preben Holm, (from Denmark) who learned as he repaired the pipes at his father’s shop in 1960. All others, Ben Wade, Saseini, Charantan, GBD ( two French and one British partner; Geneval, Bondier and Donninger) and Comoy started anywhere from 1825 and 1860 respectfully (in either France or England). And by 1900 they were established businesses. Creating their own special designs or techniques; always working towards the ultimate  smooth smoking featherweight pipe.

Charantan and Ben Wade followed GBD & Comoy. Founding their businesses in the 1860s. Also established by 1900. And by then Joel Saseini had already apprenticed with Charantan and gone to work for Alfred Dunhill. Establishing himself in 1918 as “Saseini Pipe Making Company” in London.

This is where it all started. The first pipe designers, the first pipe makers…. When briar was abundant and cheap. When gentlemen wore smoking jackets and aggregated in the
“study” or “library” for a smoke and a snifter of brandy after dinner. And the smoker who had a more intense relationship with their smoking was the pipe smoker, who used it as a thinking tool….

All these pipes will be available to our customers in 3 weeks time,
as they need to buffed and polished 

Till next time everyone…. Happy bowls and long ashes…

Thursday, April 12, 2012

A short tour on Italian Pipe Making

Ser Jacopo - Gepetto


Italian art, architecture and design has a very rich past, dating from before the 9th century BC. It has its origins in the Etruscan culture that flourished under the influence of Greece, Phoenicia, Egypt, Assyria and the Middle East.

As far as I can remember, the Italians have been one of the strongest leaders in design and art in the western world. Influencing the French, the English, the Nordic cultures and the Germans. Their design has a strong sense of elegance that dates from the late 1940s.

The Italians took the English shapes; Billiards, Dublins, Bulldogs, and recreated them in interesting ways…Most of them came from Pesaro. Como or Northern Milan. Some of the brands that come to mind would be Brebbia, Radice, Ser Jacopo, Rinaldo, Castello and Ascorti. They all have a streak of the Italian Neoclassic, with considerable conceptual differences and market objectives.

The Pesaro style is mostly neoclassical. Italian pipes are, like their cars, more modern and more chic in their elegance.

The Pesaro school is also associated with Mastro de Paja, Ser Jacopo and Il Ceppo. An open flow of ideas and creativity generally developed during the early years by Giancarlo Guidi (of Mastro de Paja), Georgio Imperatori (of Il Ceppo), spilled into the younger generation in the likes of Bruto Sordiny (of Don Carlos) and Ricardo (from Alantra).



Castello



Carlo Scotti Castello carries the reputation for being the first high end pipe company, having started in 1947. Although not a carver himself, Castello developed his talent for creating beautiful designs into a new direction with Luigi Radice and Pepino Ascorti, both pipe carvers. Luigi and Pepino later created Caminetto, Ascortti, another part of pipe lineage that spilled into Brebbia and Savinelli. The later having a different concept, that of the factory and not the workshop. Brebbia today produces around 40,000 pipes annually, a big difference when compare to Radice and his 2 sons, who produce a maximum of 2000 pieces per year. Brebbia’s objective is manufacturing efficiency– being able to produce a great pipe at an affordable price.



Il Ceppo



Italian pipe makers describe the main difference between pipe making in the Como region (the North) and in Pesaro. In the North, it’s the manufacturing that’s important, and in Pesaro it’s the tradition of the small craftsman that carries weight.

Lastly, there is also the fact that some of the best briar blocks come from Italy. The roots coming from Corsica, France, Italy, Greece and Spain.

Maybe I should have started here, talking about Mimo and his father, cutting briar for Denmark, England, Japan and the US.


So there… a little history about out favorite hobby.

As Jim would say long ashes everyone…. Until next week.


Christina

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Pipe Smoking Competition & our next events.


We had a great time last week! We participated in the South Florida's "official" Pipe Smoking Competition. Sponsored by Bennington and the NASPC (National American Society of Pipe Collectors). We had 7 winnersand the 1st one out!! Ha...ha....ha... if you smoke too fast the 3 grams of tobacco doesn't last and turns to ash really fast!

All pictures of before and after the Smoking contest can be found on the Boca Raton Pipe Guild site




Peter Prigelsky explains the rules before starting. 3 grams of tobacco, 1
generic tamper, 1 pipe and 2 matches.












Bob Swanson is careful to fill his pipe so it will stay lit as long as possible.




Dale shows us how much fun we had....lol

Check out our page on youtube and see the second videos with the winners! The winners video

Check our pipe clubs event page next week. I will have posted our next two events! One with Peterson pipes and one with Villiger tobacco!

Have a great weekend everyone!

Jim

Friday, February 24, 2012

Edwin Powel Hubble


There is no one person responsible for the “Big Bang theory”; in fact it came from a string

of different people and their discoveries. Thanks to the earlier discoveries by Alexander Freidman, Georges Lemeaitr and Vest Slipher , the scientist to put

the final dot and cross the last ”t” was Edwin Hubble. Even though he died in 1953 his last great award for his efforts was the Hubble telescope launched by NASA in 1990.

Edwin was born in Marshfield, Missouri in 1889. In his later teens he was 6 feet and some… Excelling in high jump, basketball and track. His grades were very good in almost everything except spelling. He loved fly-fishing and was an amateur boxer as well.

The "Hubble law", which predicted the expansion of universe, therefore the possibility of the Big Bang. Hubble explained that the red glint in the faint light wavelengths showed the powerful force moving at tremendous speeds and that the more distant the nebulae, the faster they moved from the earth. It was then that Hubble came up with the equation v = H0D This forced Einstein to reexamine his own math, relatively speaking, on all that the Earth and space discoveries with which Einstein wrinkled the heavens and warped time (excerpt from Fred Brown)….

Even though he was born in the US Edwin was enamored with everything English. So much so that he adopted the same pronunciation and cadence of speech. He sounded like an Englishman. Edwin also became an inveterate pipe smoker and as to be expected he mostly smoked Dunhill pipes. He was always seen with his pipe in hand or dangling from his mouth. And at times a cigar would pass his lips…

Within the Hubble family Edwin was thought to have taken after his grandfather Martin, who also smoked a pipe and was a charming story teller. This characteristic became so part of the Edwin persona that people tell the story of his attempt to spar with the world’s heavyweight champion Jack Johnson and later with the French heavyweight George Charpentier. He obviously never lost but always came to a draw.

His father wanted him to become a lawyer but he had other ideas. Edwin wanted to become a Rhodes Scholar at Ox ford, England and study astronomy. He then won a scholarship to Chicago University, took all the subjects that delighted him plus those required for a Law degree. Which he never got.

In 1910 Edwin was chosen for the Rhodes scholarship. It took him to Oxford, England. He studied at Queens College until 1913. Just before he graduated his father passed away. Edwin was both saddened and liberated from his father’s expectations. He was then free to explore the heavens to his desire’s content.

Although he claimed to be in the Meuse-Argonne offensive, his war record is somewhat cloudy, subject to his fisherman story telling…

For Hubble the years post WWI were bright and full of great clarity in his work and personal life.

By 1930’s Edwin was married and living in California, in the San Gabriel Valley. It was a constant party scene with visiting movie stars and socialites.

And still at this time Hubble was always with his pipe, and his tobacco was specially ordered from the London (Dunhill) Pipe Shop of Los Angeles, which unfortunately does not exist anymore.

One of Hubble’s favorite tricks was to strike a wooden match, flip it into the air and catch it in his pipe and light the tobacco.

Hubble past away in 1953 from a brain clot, a little over his 65th birthday. By then he had amassed a huge collection. What happened to it? No one knows…. Hubble was a public man but a private scientist. His wife burned all his papers and other important documents, even their letters, after her husband’s death.

Some of those Dunhill pipes would be pre-WWI and since they had no children the collection is more likely to have been lost.

Among his many awards was the Gold medal of the Royal Astronomical Society in 1940. He never won the NOBEL but because of his efforts NASA launched the telescope in his name, the Hubble Space Telescope, in 1990. Its all he imagined a telescope should be. Showing the birth of stars, black holes, collisions of galaxies, supernova explosions, which suggests the expansion of the universe is accelerating….


...til next time... smooth puffing everyone

Christina