Since moving down here to Florida, we have been strictly outdoor smokers. It was hubby's only request of me (and applies to him as well) that we not smoke in our new house because despite its age, it smells like it has never been smoked inside of. (Yeah, bad grammar ... whatever.) Most days, that results in pleasant pipefuls in the sunshine:
Last night, it was only a light drizzle with a light breeze, so we were able to sit under the old carport after a weekend of yardwork to enjoy a pipeful:
the small fruitwood pipes from rekamepip are the only ones I can clench. Last night's little victory smoke was GLP Sextant, just because I hadn't had some in a while and boy did it sound just perfect.