My dad used to smoke pipes. I liked the smell of the tobacco when it was in the bag, not so much after.Well, I'll give you the attire, and the tattoos, but my granddad was a pretty stout fellow, and I don't think he cared what he looked like to others. He liked his pipe.
Man, the smell of kitchen matches being lit, him lighting his pipe then shaking out the match, the smell of his own tobacco (Prince Albert after he moved up here and quit growing tobacco), really takes me back...
I think my wife would almost let me smoke again if I used a pipe...