Favorite animal: steak.                             Fran Lebowitz

I don't understand guys who call themselves feminists.  That's like the
time Hubert Humphrey, running for President, told a black audience he
was a soul brother.                                Roy Blount, Jr.

If my film makes one more person miserable,  I've done my job.
                                                            Woody Allen

Finance is the art of passing currency from hand to hand until if tinally
disappears.                                            Robert W. Sarnoff

Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.
                                                           Don Marquis

A fishing rod is a stick with a hook at one end and a fool at the other.
                                                           Samuel Johnson

Do you know on this one block you can buy croissants in five different
places?  There's one store called Bonjour Croissant.  It makes me
want to go to Paris and open a store called Hello Toast.
                                                          Fran Lebowitz.

Always forgive your enemies---nothing annoys them so much.
                                                        Oscar Wilde

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not
prove anything.                                             Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is
oblivion.                                                          Mark Twain

When I can do no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I
begin to think of the victim of intact ones.         Peter De Vries

A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
                                     Alexander Pope

A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes,
containing a fool and hiw  wife who didn't know enough to stay in the
city.                                                                  S. J. Perelman

The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we
hold of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think
about us.                                                                    Quentin Crisp

Existentialism means that no one else can take a bath for you.
Delmore Schwartz

Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.
Oscar Wilde

We learn from experience that men never learn anything from
experience.                                                                 George Bernard Shaw

Experience,
n. The wisdom that enables us to recognize as an
undesirable old acquaintance the folly that we have already embraced.
Ambrose Bierce

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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Sept. 1,  2010
Every so often, an internal issue captures the attention
of all pipe hobbyists and demands thoughtful analysis
and commands many column inches of copy.  Issues
such as that provide satisfaction to me because I stay far
away from them
    No, what brings me to the fore is rumor and
gossip...the stuff fueled by insinuation and innuendo of a
quality that would make old Senator Joe McCarthy proud.
    We are lucky to have just such a topic hitting the
market, in the guise of a story in
Pipes & Tobaccos
magazine.  We are talking about the article on Dunhill,
which has a number of hobby veterans annoyed, their
claim being this is purely a puff piece.  
    Yes, it is a puff piece, but isn't everything that
Pipes &
Tobaccos
publishes a puff piece?  I haven't seen a single
pipe maker labeled mediocre and over priced.  We old
timers have seen this before, when Bruce Spencer
published a magazine that avoided any whiff of honest
criticism in its aim to promote the hobby to sell more
magazines.   Correspondent Regis McKenna (who writes
and collects money from
Pipes & Tobaccos as have I)
notices this unenlightened self-interest about the
magazine and it's hard to disagree with his assessment.  
    Much of the criticism of the Dunhill article centers on
credibility.  The Dunhill spokesmanalleges only 5% of the
briar they buy specifically to produce Dunhills makes it
into a pipe and the rest is burned.  Why would they have
such a difficult time buying wood as good as everybody
else?  Nobody throws that much briar away, including the
most  exclusive, high grade pipe makers.   Plus, if the
Dunhill briar is so much better than the Parker &
Charatan briar, as he claimed (foolishly, I should think)
why not use it for those pipes if it is already on hand and
superior.  It makes no sense at all.
    What is credible is the statement that  Dunhill's
Stephen Wilson made to P&T writer Stephen Ross,
saying that "I can tell you that the same quality standards
in place in 1969 are still in place today."  Sadly, according
to Bill Ashton Taylor in a conversation we had in England
a few years ago, Dunhill's quality standards nose-dived
in 1968 when they went to using an 8 pipe frasing
machine and ceased their oil-curing process.  
    I think Bill Taylor had a good handle on how Dunhill
operated.  He worked there for 25 years.  
    I personally question the statement that "all White
Spot (notice the absence of the word 'Dunhill' the craven
dogs) pipe bowls are turned at the factory in north
London."  
    Bjarne Nielsen told me, point blank, that Dunhill came
to him during the RTDA and asked him to sell them
bowls.  Bjarne explained that the only bowls he could
possibly make available was inferior briar because he
used all the good pieces.  According to Bjarne, and
I did not misunderstand or mis-hear any of this, the
Dunhill people said they did not care.  Now, as far as I am
concerned, after years of close observation (Bjarne
stayed at our home for years when he made his annual
pipe-sellng trip to Northern California) Bjarne was
incapable of fabricating such a story.  Furthermore, he
requested that I not repeat the story, which I did not
while he was alive.  He's dead now and I feel no  
obligation to keep quiet.  You, of course, are fully
licensed to believe who and what you want.  
    I also have heard information, directly from the owner
of a pipe factory in France, that they make pipes for
Dunhill and have for years.  But, when it comes down to
taking the stand and raising my right hand, it has to be
acknowledged that I am dealing in second hand
information.  I have no first hand information with which
to finger that Dunhill article as a pack of prevarication.  It
is, as suggested above, a bunch of innuendo and
insinuation, a low form of communication in which I
excel...as do so many other people, many of whom,
unlike me, call themselves public informants.
    I'm sure that I don't need to tell you that whatever it is
you want to believe, that is what is true.  
Marty
P.S.  New pipes on the italian page, mostly.