A nice old brier with a good long stem of what the tobacconists call amber.

She could hear him tramping up and down, and catch, occasionally, the bitter-sweet odor of his old brier pipe.

Oh, so early, as the raindrops pitter-pattered on the roof of the little rabbit's house in the Old Brier Patch.

"Let me fill it," Jimmy said, and he took my old brier from me.

"My practice has extended recently to the Continent," said Holmes, after a while, filling up his old brier-root pipe.