Age can be measured in memories. The memory of days gone by, passed down from generation to generation, is a record as magnificent as the simplest moments they recall.
Matured and flavoured by a lifetime of use, Grandfather's old leather tobacco pouch opens up a world of memories. It is still ripe for the depth of flavours that have developed over the years, seasoned by immersion in his rosewood pipe and the warmth of his breast pocket. The aroma of cherry pipe tobacco with earthy notes and hints of sweet moisture in the fields evokes happy days and the cool breeze of the late harvest. Nostalgic. Unforgettable.
Autumn sometimes lingers
The years give us clues as we go
Hard work in the fields
Preparations for winter can break a man
Life through moon and rain
And the evening pipe
Brings it all back to memory
