I love smoking a long clay tavern pipe when I'm away at Revolutionary War or War of 1812 reenactments or doing personal interpretation for the public as a Redcoat soldier at local national parks, such as Concord North Bridge here in MA. Smoking a clay pipe is about the last type of smoking one can do in public, right in front of the public, without the anti-smoking jihadists getting their knickers knotted up. Lighting the pipe with a flint, steel and charcloth is half the fun- the looks one gets from people are worth the trouble it takes to get the pipe lit!
BTW to clean out these clay pipes, I just put them in a campfire among the coals. Next morning, the old ash and residue are all burned out, and the pipe is almost like new again.
I smoke pipes about 5-10 times a year. Not at home- She Who Must be Obeyed is more anti-smoking than she is anti-gun! [:D]