I used to be frustrated, and even envious, when guys would describe their English/Balkan blend as tasting like savory steak grilled over mesquite and the like. When I took the very first few sips I took on a tobacco pipe in the late 70s I thought "so this is it????" It didn't "taste" like anything. I'd like to be able to tell you that I've had enlightenments and epiphanies of taste evolution in the intervening years, but it still doesn't really "taste" like anything to me. BUT, what I get in aromas, well, that is a horse of an entirely different color!!! (talk about mixing and murdering metaphors) Now when I approach pipe tobaccos, I can discern and identify maybe 25 or 30 distinctly different olfactory elements, I know which ones I don't just like, but positively lust over... and which ones might better be shared with local garbage incinerator. And cracking that tin or jar for the first time(even in the first time of a new session)... well, I can keep my nose just simply buried in it until the desperation for actual oxygen kicks in. I have a rather large and noble Roman nose... so about once a quarter my wife calls my son and says, "bring over your vice-grips and jaws-of-life... your father's got his nose stuck in a tobacco jar again!" Happy puffing!!!