The Mill
May 20, 2013;
Before we tackle the issue of what makes
a pipe worth $1,000, or $750 or $2500 (or
more...gee I love when it's more) I need to
buy myself more time to come up with
some contrived answers for this spot to
help save my hash, so I'll be posting a
letter from a friend/customer below.  He
has some insights, based on humbling
and pocket draining experience that might
be worth a read.  I am not revealing his
name in the probably vain hope that he
will once again feel the need to spend
obsessive amounts of money on pipes
and those pipes he spends that money on
will be my pipes.  Thus, no point in
alienating him, yet.  
Marty

"When is a pipe worth a thousand
bananas, indeed!  I noted some time ago
the Teddy Calabash was finally pried from
your long term storage.  Mazel tov.  I'm
thinking the $6500 Joura King may sprout
roots and grow into fresh briar before
your heirs return it to its consignor.  
Jeepers creepers, Honest Marty.  That's a
lot of cabbage for a wooden leaf
burner.........        Lest you think I'm
merely some pot calling the kettle black, I
will confess that I have recently started to
rethink some of my pipe collecting habits.
 The short history is that when I started
piping more seriously, maybe 10 or so
years ago, I started binge buying, largely
indiscriminately, and quickly amassed a
large hodge podge; mostly dreck.  Then I
slowly became conscious of pipe quality,
but not without a dose of pipe snobbery,
as well.  Then, I had to clamber after
some ultra high grades.  Now I think I
have finally evolved a bit further, and I
suspect a bit more in keeping with some
of your sensibilities.  Pipes are first and
foremost for enjoying tobacco, and a
close second would be that a pipe should
satisfy some aesthetic sense in its owner.
 Now we both know that this can be
readily accomplished over a broad range
of prices from very modest to obscenely
expensive.  Another possible
consideration is how important it may or
may not be for a collector to own pieces
that represent a certain rarity or cachet.  
This is, perhaps, the area where things
are prone to descending into exaggerated
concerns with prestige and snobbery.  I
suppose it must be in some measure
defined by one's own financial situation,
and at what point chasing the Joneses, or
one's own ego, starts to strain one's
budgetary sensibilities.  I have certainly
fallen prey to some of this self-deception.

Over the last year, I have been
systematically divesting myself of a
number of Lars, Nanna, Teddy, Micke,
etc. pipes.  Pipes that I rarely if ever
smoke, some pipes that simply don't wow
me, in spite of their proud pedigrees, and
some that I just don't enjoy smoking.  I am
scaring myself by seeing how much
money I have raised, even knowing that
some of the pipes are being sold for
something less than I may have paid for
them.  I still have way too many pipes.  
And pipes that I will be weeding out of my
collection that include some that are
pricey and some that are not especially
expensive, but just sit collecting dust.  I'm
hoping to have the prudence to maintain a
collection that only includes pipes that I
really and truly enjoy, and some may meet
or exceed your arbitrary $1000 threshold.  
But I'd have to really love and enjoy them
to qualify them for retention; and pipes
that may have a particular sentimental
value as gifts or made by people with
whom I have developed a personal
connection making them valuable to me
along these particular merits.

Lastly, I think with a bit of maturity, I have
come to another epiphany:  That my
appetites vastly exceed my means to
satisfy them, and include many tastes
outside of pipes.......and that are more
significant to me than pipes......So why do
I have so many f---ing pipes?  And why
have I pissed away thousands of dollars
on these baubles?  This concludes my
confession."
Signed, S.
P.S.  Most recently posted were 4 pipes
for the Italian page...all large pieces.  
They include 2 more Ardor Giants (both
bent...as per some requests), one Ser
Jacopo Maxima and one Maxima Maxima.
Quotes & anecdotes from "The Portable Curmudgeon"

He who laughs has not yet heard the bad news.           Bertolt Brecht

The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to
sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets and to steal bread.
Anatole France

The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were
not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.
H. L. Mencken

Law is a bottomless pit; it is a cormorant, a harpy that devours
everything.                                                                             Jonathan Swift
       
                                                                                 
I learned law so well, the day I graduated I sued the college, won the
case, and got my tuition back.                                           Fred Allen                 
                                 
Every law is an infraction of liberty.                                 Jeremy Bentham

Lawsuit,
n. A machine which you go into as a pig and come out of as a
sausage.                                                                                 Ambrose Bierce

I was never ruined but twice: once when I lost a lawsuit, and once
when I won one.                                                                    Voltaire

Lawyer,
n.   One skilled in the circumvention of the law.
Ambrose Bierce

Lawyer: one who protects us against robbery by taking away the
temptation.                                                                          H. L.  Mencken

Lawyers are the only persons in whom ignorance of the law is not
punished.                                                                            Jeremy Bentham

If law school is so hard to get through... how come there are so many
lawyers?                                                                             Calvin Trillin

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.                  Charles Lamb

Gullibility and credulity are considered undesirable qualities in every
department of human life -- except religion. -Christopher Hitchens,

Idealism is fine, but as it approaches reality the cost becomes
prohibitive.                                                                   William F. Buckley, Jr.

Humanity is a pigsty where liars, hypocrites and the obscene in spirit
congregate.                                         George Moore

There are times when you have to choose between being human and
having good taste.                              Bertolt Brecht

People are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their
parting guests than on meeting them.                Anton Chekov

Kill one man and you're a murderer.  Kill millions and you are a
conqueror.  Kill all and you are a God.                jean Rostand
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 and 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.
(And no, I did not actually smoke a pipe until I was 18 years old, really.)
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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