Pulvers' Prior Briar
P.O. Box 61146
Palo Alto, CA  94306

Phone/Fax:
(650) 965-7403
Email:
mpulvers@aol.com
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The photo depicts one of the final days of the Camelot of
tobacco shops, my own Sherlock's Haven.  To my immediate
left is both good friend and my professional consigliere, Steve
Brunner.  To my immediate right is one of the great tobacco
palates, relieving me of the chore of tasting and rating each
pipe tobacco and cigar, Johnson Tacalon.  And the tall guy
behind him was the store Mgr. and current close friend, Jim
Walker.  We're surrounded by good guys and true.  
I wanted to caption this "I knew more about pipes and tobacco
when I was 7 than you do now," but my PR dep't. said that
would be a bad idea.  Looks like old curmudgeons start as
young curmudgeons, doesn't it?  Years ago, my mother told my
then newish wife that when I was a kid, all they had to do to
keep me quiet was put a hat on my head, a corn cob in my
mouth and shove me in the back seat of the car.  My wife
replied, "nothing's changed, except he's now in the front seat."
                 The Mill

June 21, 2018;
  Let's see if typing energizes me.  With
this sore on the room of my mouth, I feel
a bit drained. (Is an open wound a 'saw' or
a 'sore?'  In NYC, it's pronounced as in, "I
sore it over there," and "he has a saw on
his finger.")  There is a good remedy for
sores in the mouth, I'm finding out.  
When, after about 3 or 4 days of this
desultory performance I admitted to my
wife that I'm in a bit of constant pain, she
said to gargle with salt water.  Come to
think of it, I'm pretty sure
David Field told me the same thing some
few years ago.  Remembering isn't always
my strongest suit.  I did gargle with salted
water and it appears to be helping.  I'll do
more of it later.
  "Tolaxar reached for his weapon and I
reached for mine.  But my mind and
muscle functioned with greater celerity
than one who had wasted his fiber in
dissipation.  Point blank I fired at his
putrid heart."
 Isn't that terrific?  Can you think of a
better example of purple prose?  Some kid
on my freshman dorm floor came into our
room laughing, with an Edgar Rice
Burroughs Sci-Fi book in his hands and
read those lines to me.  They knocked
him out, and they must have done the
same to me because I remember them
almost 60 yrs. later.  
  And I think if those same lines had been
written only today, and not then, they
would be again found over-the-top funny
by some 17 year old.  Funny and worth
repeating.  If you concede that, then you
are saying those lines are deathless (I
once wrote a letter to a very cute little
red-headed girl on whom I had a crush.  
She called my prose "deathless," so I
remember the word in that context.  She
also told me to go take a flyer.  That
suggests that you can not win a woman
with deathless prose.  You better have
something else to go with it) and
what...worthy of being called literature?
What, after all, constitutes literature but
an agreement by the tastemakers that
such and such is literature, and other
stuff is doggerel or poor prose and not up
to a standard that should be offered in
school.
  Those standards change, as we all
know.  Mystery novels were once
considered declassé.  In school, you
might get to  read Henry Fielding or
Laurence Sterne, but not Dashiell
Hammett or Raymond Chandler.  Today,
it's probably easier to find college classes
featuring mystery writers than of those
18th century classics.  
  I may have been ahead of my time...in a
class on how we should proceed to put
together a master's thesis proposal, my
mock proposal was called "A Paean to
Baseball."  (It was easy to see that I was
not headed in the direction of profound
research.)  One young woman in that
seminar, Bitch, verbally objected to my
puerile proposal, stood up and walked out
of the classroom.  The professor made no
negative comments that I can recall,
although he might have already taken the
measure of my potential and decided that
you can't get blood, or a decent mock
proposal, out of a stone.
In case you're even mildly interested, and
I can't imagine why you would be, I did
not use that baseball proposal for my
eventual thesis.  What I did was tons
easier and much less stressful but also
un-rewarding.  I took a strong hint from
the founder & chairman of the
department, a very sweet man, who
seemed to like me for some reason, and
let me use his files to write the history of
the department that he wanted.  I did an
embarrassingly bad job of it, but nobody
said anything because, after all, he was
the founder and chairman of the
department and if that's what he wanted,
that was what fine with all the rest of 'em.
I did not do that solely because I was
lazy, although in a court of law, that
argument would no doubt have won the
day and any demurrer from me would
have failed as the utterings of self
consideration.  I did it because I thought
my baseball idea to be so good that I did
not want to give it away for nothing.  Had
I the energy and drive to actually produce
that baseball idea, it would have been
better, but different, of course, although
also documentary in nature, than Ken
Burns' baseball documentary.  His was
merely historical.  Any dock rat could do
that.  Mine would have had artistic merit.
It's too late to engage those juices now.
The project will have to wait until the
universe expands to its limits, then
contracts back to a singularity, goes
through another Big Bang, creates an
Earth, evolves to  where baseball again
becomes a national sport and develops its
own history.  This could take a while.
  In the interim, the typing did make me
feel better.  I hope it didn't upset your
stomach.
Marty

S
ince lots of pipes have been posted
recently, I'll just mention the few posted
most recently: A Comoy's Blue Riband, a
beautiful ring grain Charatan's Pot & an
Orlik Bulldog, all on the English page.  
Then, some assorted 4 packs on the
Specials page, at the bottom.  


Marty








Butera's Sweet Cavendish. 1 tin. 50 g.
from same 1990s collection but date
stamp obliterated.  $25.

Margate with old 90's label 1 tin. $65.
sold

Ashton's Celebrated Sovereign. 1997.
100 g. 1 tin. $65.

17.  Germain's Special Latakia Flake. $65.
(SOLD)




Achtung, Achtung.  I am getting phone
calls asking about an e-mail that was
fraudulently sent out in my name.  I do
not send out cryptic e-mails, etc.  Do not
open anything that comes into your
in-box, even from your mother, unless
you are expecting it and can tell from the
subject line exactly what the contents are.
With me, the contents will only be related
to pipes...either one you inquired about or
purchased.  I don't sell cosmetics,
financial advice or wine futures.
For those of you who have received the
fraudulent e-mail, accept my
condolence...there were too many for me
to call and explain individually.  Hence,
this message.
Marty



Please take a look at our Specials page,
where we have the pipes that have been
donated to raise money for pipe maker
Rolando Negoita, who had brain tumor
surgery and is now undergoing
post-operation treatment to deal with that
tumor.  
And talking about Rolando, and raising
money for him, and talking about
McClelland's Virginias, we've received a
recent donation of a 100 gram, 2000
Christmas Cheer.  If you're first, and think
$85 is a good way to get that  venerated,
millenial, aged tobacco plus contribute to
a fine cause, I am here for you.  First
e-mail request.  No phone calls on this
one.  Thanks.

Buying a pipe is a good and painless
way to help a great member of our
community.
Of course, cash donations to the URL
listed
below are also welcome.
Be generous.
https//www.
youcaring.com/rolandonegoita-1077649!




Don't forget to see the Original Sin Apple
on the Human Folly page.  It's called
"Paradise Lost" & it's the first pipe in our
ground breaking series that  points a
shaming finger at instances of
thoughtless human folly that inevitably
led to human tragedy.  That first five sold
out quickly, and the 2nd group, three of
them, have just arrived.  If you want one,
please let me know now as it will be
awhile before any others are produced.


It is horrifying that we have to fight our
own government to save the environment.
-Ansel Adams, photographer (20 Feb
1902-1984)


Philadelphia: All the filth and corruption of
a big city; all the pettiness and insularity
of a small town.          Howard Ogden







available tins
Pease Southlinch from 2002 NASPC show.
$90
Friedman & Pease Winter's Tale.  $100
Balkan Sobranie Virginia # 10 50 grams.
$250.  
New Tins arrived, including
Abingdon, and a bunch of
others from 2003 and starting @ $40 a tin.

More old, collectible tins from the 1990's:

McClelland Mixture #1 (2000?) 100 grams.
$50

Ashton 1997 Celebrated Sovereign 4 oz.,
$100
Esoterica Pembroke...2 oz., 56 grams. $80
Davidoff Royalty 50 grams. $30
Davidoff Danish 50 grams. $25
Dunhill Std. Mixture Mild from Lane 50
grams. $65

Benjamin Hartwell Pvt. Reserve 50 grams
from
Consolidated Cigar (thus from mid '90's)
$30

For easy access to the address of other
fine used
pipe dealers, please visit Estate Pipes
Central.
The web site is:  
www.estatepipescentral.com.