There seems to be a scented candle for everything. You want a stroll in the forest, there’s pine. How about a walk along the shoreline? Try salt air. Or perhaps you’d like to pop into a pastry shop and fill your nostrils with cheesecake or a cinnamon roll. Those tend to be my favorite scents.
So what did I get at Christmas? There, wrapped in a pretty package with a bow, was a candle that blew my mind: “Santa’s pipe.”
Honest. There’s actually a pipe scent to fill your house with aromatic bliss. No second-hand smoke here. Just light and enjoy. It came with three wicks so the aroma worked quickly.
I’ll tell you how effective it was. I had the thing going for awhile and my wife walked through the door nonchalantly. She sniffed here and there, then groaned with dismay.
“Oh, no! Not again! Haven’t you learned your lesson! Don’t try to hide it. I can smell it. You’re back to your old tricks again, smoking a pipe.”
I tried explaining to her that it was only a scented candle I had received from our daughter at Christmas. Skeptical as she was, it wasn’t until she saw the candle that she gave a sigh of relief.
Maybe it’s just me, but have you noticed a big decline in pipe smokers? I don’t see them as popular as they once were. I noticed one last week at the airport. Another crossed my path in Las Vegas. I had to do a double take to see it.
There used to be a time when pipers were a common breed, a coterie who would sit and talk and exchange tobacco preferences. We would even swap pouches and sample one another’s favorite brand.