by Mark Irwin

There are two great archetypes of the pipe-smoker so deeply etched in the popular imagination that anyone who takes up the pipe can’t help but run up against them at one time or another in his smoking career. One is Santa Claus, or perhaps the idea of Christmas, refulgent in the engravings of Thomas Nast, editorial caricaturist for Harper’s Weekly way back in the 1860s. The other is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the detective savant whom it is impossible not to admire for at least half a dozen reasons. Read more