When I visited my Grandfather back when we use to have a heart-to-heart talk. He would sit comfortably in his high back chair, take out a plug of tobacco, cut small pieces off with his pen knife, pack the pipe, light it up, take a deep draw, and then there would be this sweet-smelling aroma that permeated the air. He would sit back and listen intently to my conversation.
Thanks for bringing back the memory Cappy.