The mercurial Mr Pease posted recently (i.e. last week on his website):
Now here's a turn of events I wouldn't have expected. I assumed my illustrious tobacco hero would have an unending and enviable vault of tins, at least of his own blends. I was under the illusion that he couldn't open the creaking wooden door to his cavernous cellar without risk of knocking over crates of Bohemian Scandal. But here he is, out of the vintage Montgomery he needs to live. I believe I hear his voice echoing in the gloom, CELLAR DEEPER!"I have ransacked the “cellar,” only to discover that I have no more early tins of Montgomery to anticipate. Lesson learned. I need to remember always to cellar more deeply than I think I should."