Coffeehouses invite the guest to observe the surrounding life in detachment mode; the cigar lounge allows more of a reflection on the self and what this is affected by. Perhaps the decades of interest for both and countless visits to them in a number of cultures, have led me to observe the surrounding life in [...]
My very first pipe smoked on Japanese soil, at one of the most wonderful places to enjoy the true culture of coffee, on November 9, 2014.
Just as I had been taking notes; searching in my memory for possible conceptual connections; considering all the things we might understand under the term 'taste'; and aiming at stretching the experience of the palate towards a multi-censorial bath, a first occurred, as I was given a pouch containing pipe tobacco, but without a name [...]
I eat (by increasing order of taste strength and intensity) lettuce, spinach, rocket, cilantro, parsley, mint, basil, watercress, endive, chicory, cabbage, kale, Brussels sprouts, rosemary... I brew tea... and smoke tobacco.
Much of my life has been set and guided by taste. Taste for melodies and rhythm, taste for colours and shapes, and certainly through the taste my palate has acquired. The preference for what pleases the hearing and the palate have been prevalent, prompting me to develop special attention to these, to the extent that I [...]
Have just come to realise that this pipe has been inviting me for months, while it intimidates me.
Life is propelled by and extended through hunger, as much as it is supported by the activities that subside or consume hunger and by the joy experienced through them. Life becomes liveliness when we learn to please our palate and our mind and understand that our existence is not merely biology, but predominantly metaphysical. As [...]