Democracy encourages the majority to decide things about which the
majority is blissfully ignorant.                  John Simon
                     
The substitution of election by the incompetent many for the
appointment of the corrupt few.
                              George Bernard Shaw

In every well-governed state wealth is a sacred thing; in democracies it
is the only sacred thing.                  Anatole France

The principle of give and take is the principle of diplomacy--give one
and take ten.                                      Mark Twain

I'm convinced there's a small room in the attic of the Foreign Office
where future diplomats are taught to stammer.
                            Peter Ustinov

there's one way to find out if a man is honest: ask him; if he says yes,
you know he is crooked.               Mark Twain

A doctor's reputation is made by the number of eminent men who die
under his care.                               George Bernard Shaw

The best doctor is the one you run for and can't find.      Diderot

Doctors are men who prescribe medecines of which they know little,
to cure diseases of which they know less, in human beings of whom
they know nothing.                            Voltaire

Doctors are just the same as lawyers;  the only difference is that
lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you, too.
                               Anton Chekov

The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself
with him, and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of
himself too.                                          Samuel Butler

The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.
                              Andy Rooney

If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite
you.  This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
                               Mark Twain

The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of
sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his.
                              James Thurber
                           

it could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no
distinctively native American criminal class except Congress.
Mark Twain
This photo was taken only days before my beloved San Francisco
store, Sherlock's Haven was closed for good in June of '06, thereby
diminishing the quality of life on this planet no little and quite some.  
The man to my right was my trusty pipe tobacco and cigar taste-tester,
Johnson, of the sensitive palate.  He is now  plying his trade in Phoenix.
 The tall gent behind him is Jimmy Walker, hand picked to be my
successor until lease negotiations broke down.  The hoodlum looking
character to my left is my good friend and Consigliere, Steve Brunner.  
Among the regulars are a number who are still friends with whom I
have regular intercourse.  There has never been a more congenial spot
than Sherlock's Haven, the Camelot of tobacco stores.  As its
proprietor is how I'd like to be remembered.
I wanted to caption this photo, "I knew more about pipes when I was
seven than you know now," but my P.R. firm nixed that idea.  So, let's
try, "With the pristine palate that accompanies youth, Marty smokes a
blend without a full complement of Latakia for the first time in his life."
I don't actually know what was going through my mind at the time, but
the photo was taken circa 1950, and probably in Williamsburg, Virginia.
Shortly after my mother met my wife, she told Joy that all it took to
keep me happy in the back seat of our 1938 LaSalle during our annual
one week vacations was a pipe in my mouth and a cap on my head.  
Joy responded with the fact that nothing has changed except that now
I'm in the front seat.  
Above is my sister, with whom I contentiously shared that large back
seat, and my father.  The sweater was knitted by my Aunt Rae.  The
site was most probably Niagara Falls and the year 1949.  I'm guessing.
Welcome to Pulvers Briar
This website is devoted to pipes and my enjoyment of talking
about and showing them.  For your part, I hope you derive some
pleasure in seeing and reading about briar and meerschaum
pipes.
There are plenty of pipe websites and lots of good pipes other
than mine.  What will distinguish my site from most of the others
is the willingness to voice my  opinion in the relatively rare
occurrence when a pipe is not superior, or has a noticeable flaw.
Mostly, I'm pleased with the pipes I choose to offer for sale, both
in pipe quality and price.  But please, look and decide for
yourself.
You will see new and used pipes for sale, the new often having
been hand picked and the used always having been cleaned
and reconditioned and ready for you to smoke upon arrival.  
Please enjoy your time spent here today, and please come back
again.
I'm almost always happy to hear from you and to field your
questions, concerns, ideas or other input.
Feel free to write.
Marty Pulvers
Pulvers' Prior Briar
P.O. Box 61146
Palo Alto, CA  94306

Phone/Fax:
(650) 965-7403
Email:
mpulvers@aol.com
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March 13, 2010
    When a pet peeve comes to me, I air it here, if for no
other  reason than to fill this space.  If I were a
columnist, I would have to resort to what most
columnists do, and that is ply you with a load of B.S.
every so often, just to get through the working day.  I
don't have to do that, I can just leave this space blank.  I
provide the B.S. in my description of pipes.
    What I was trying to arrive at, through all that B.S.,  is
that I remember another of my pet peeves, and this is
one of my favorites, or least favorites (I like it much
better now that I can use it to fill otherwise empty space).
It is "MSRP."  Think about it, "Manufacturer's Suggested
Retail Price."  What a load of crap that is, which I only
first realized when I became a retailer.  So, if you hadn't
given it any thought (other than to accept it was what the
true, full retail price of an item should be) you are
forgiven.  But allow me to parse it a bit for you.
    First of all, at the very least, it is a conflict of interests.
What is the manufacturer doing suggesting a retail price?
Their primary goal is to make money by selling the item
that they make.  And, in the interest of having a slew of
them sell, they want the retailer to price it low to the
consumer.  If it costs the retailer $2, they hope the
retailer will price it at $2.01.  What does the manufacturer
care if the retailer makes money selling the product, as
long as the retailer has to re-order.  The manufacturer,
after all, has already made his profit, which is built into
the price the manufacturer charges the retailer.   
    The manufacturer has no idea of the retailer's
expenses, such as rent, city, county and state taxes,
wages, etc.  With what hubris do they think that they can
determine what the retail price should be?  That kind of
thinking might even be communistic....telling somebody
else how to run their business and what to charge for an
item.  What the retailer decides to charge is none of the
manufacturer's business.  
    Unfortunately, the public generally knows nothing
about business, and when a large corp. advertises an
MSRP the public takes that number as gospel, not giving
any thought as to where it came from.
    In my store, when a cigar manufacturer came in and
saw that I paid little heed to their MSRPs, I told them that
I will care about the MSRP when they pay attention to my
RSMP, the Retailer's Suggested Manufacturer's Price.  Of
course, the sales reps could not quite digest that
recommendation or comprehend what I was getting at.  
What they did understand was my then insisting they get
out of my store.  (Often phrased less delicately.)
    As I type this, I am doing a fast burn about the cheap
Bryco pipe cleaners that are made in China.  They can
not go through this straight stemmed little Prince I just
smoked without bending horribly.  Cheap, rotten pipe
cleaners could be another peeve, but that is for another
time.  
Marty
P.S.  We will be photographing more pipes Sunday, so if
you have not yet seen that Rainer Barbi you love for $50,
come on back.  You never know.  (I know, but you
don't...at least not yet.)