The Accidental Pipe Smoker
Wednesday, April 14, 2010 at 6:54PM | Neill Archer Roan | Permalink tagged Georgetown Tobacco, John Casey 
Author John Casey enjoys a pipe in Georgetown Tobacco, Image © 2010 Neill Archer Roan
It was a beautiful, Summer-like day yesterday in Georgetown when I found myself with 90 free minutes before my next appointment. Having just downed a cappuccino, I felt the impulse to smoke my pipe, so I arose from my coffee house perch and sauntered over to the mother of all Washington, DC tobacconists: Georgetown Tobacco.
Having settled into one of the burnished oak pub-chairs, I took a gander at the pipes on display in the case next to me. As I peered through the shelved-glass cube within which the pipes were displayed, I noticed a backpack-toting, professorial gentleman inspecting the tobacco tins on display. He quizzed the clerk behind the counter about the availability of some of the blends.
“Do you have any Rattray’s Red Rapparee on hand?” he inquired, to which the clerk apologetically replied,“No.”
