Here's a story that will warm your heart:
My paternal grandfather was almost unknown to me, since he died when I was quite young and we lived far from him anyhow. I didn't know he smoked a pipe until I discovered about 20 in a drawer of my father, a non-smoker, who verified their origin and wished to keep them. They were wrapped flat in a large paper bag of some sort beneath underwear and stayed there for almost five decades.
When my father passed into bliss eternal, I instantly grabbed the package of pipes and commenced to smoking them. They were mostly standard drugstore cardboard placard pipes, Yello-Boles, Kaywoodies, etc. Even so, there were several interesting specimens, such as several bent rhodesians, a Lee 4-Star bent, a Custombilt, and the usual "Imported Briar" no-names.
Anyhow, long story short, the pipes smoked like crap. I did everything I could think of to mellow them out. They each and every one of them smoked with a strange bitterness that just would not leave. Here's my theory. These pipes had been stored for nearly 50 years in a chest-of-drawers that also housed various toiletries (usually unwanted Christmas presents) among them many bottles of aftershave, another thing my father never used. I think the pipes absorbed whatever essence they could from these. It wasn't like they smelled like aftershave. I think that had evaporated years ago, though the bottles were still there. But the pipes did smell like the drawer, if that makes sense.
So what did I do with these pipes of my grandfather? I eBayed the sonsofbitches a few years ago.