Inspired, I made my own oil pot from recovered materials.
My father (and his father before him) smoked a pipe. Every day — pipe racks in his office, pipe racks at home, tampers, reamers, Italian polishing clothes, names close to magic in my boyhood mind: meerschaum, burl. Then one day he showed his doctor a white spot on his tongue and was told to stop smoking. Never touched another lit pipe. (After about a year, my mother collected the pipes and the paraphernalia and put them in a drawer.)
I smoked a pipe for a week. Liked it. My wife told me she liked the smell, but intended to stop kissing me.
The pipes lay quietly in a drawer for years.
Reamed one clean this morning, sanded the inside, rolled one of the Italian polishing clothes into a tube, stuffed the tube in the pipe, and scissored the exposed edges of the cloth. Holds oil well. Bonus: can refill oil-pot from the bottom.
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