brierwood

Just as he expected, Hatton was standing in front of the open fireplace puffing furiously at a chunky little brierwood pipe.

Turning, she saw her husband puffing away at his brierwood pipe.

Supplying ourselves with the primal necessities of stout sticks and brierwood pipes we set out.

Brierwood glanced at the door sharply,—even fearfully,—his hand motionless on the rolls of money.

He had never been addicted to drink, and his only indulgence was his brierwood pipe, which was his almost inseparable companion.