I don't smoke a pipe, but I once had a boyfriend who did. He used to like a Dutch blend of tobacco called Troost (sp?) - very fragrant. I enjoyed the smell of him smoking that tobacco.
When I was a child, I spent many summers at my grandparents' tobacco farm back in Kentucky. I loved August when the tobacco harvest was on. The tobacco leaves were practically as long as I was tall, and would be stripped from the plants, then the sheaves would be hung in bundles to dry in the tobacco barn. This structure was much bigger than the nearby dairy barn, and had open slats in the sides of the walls to allow the circulation of air. The loft in the tobacco barn was very high (or so it seemed to my 7 year old legs), and I would climb way up there on hot August afternoons and lay down among the straw bales and play with the kittens from the barn cat's latest litter. Sometimes, I'd just lay on the floor of the loft and peer through the gaps in the boards at the drying sheaves below. The late afternoon sunlight would make them look golden, and the smell was like no other I have experienced before or since - rich and redolent of the finest tobacco scent that you can ever possibly imagine.
I now smoke organic American Spirit cigarettes and blame my addiction on those wonderful summer afternoons so long ago.
