Not really a Q&A, here, but several people have written in regarding the strength of some tobaccos, the gist being that there are blends that really sneak up on you, like an iron fist in a velvet glove, and much stronger than expected.
I can certainly relate! The first bowl of the original Craven Mixture I ever smoked, I recall it being in 1984, offered up a frightening tale to tell. I was heading home from the Saturday afternoon pipe gathering at Drucquer’s, smoking a bowl of this deceptively potent stuff, quite contentedly, as I drove. Craven, by the way, was the blend reputed to have inspired Barrie’s My Lady Nicotine, and after my first experience with it, I could well imagine the delirium that a regular diet of the stuff must have provided the book’s protagonist. Yes, it was delicious, and this sample was very nicely aged; a rich, full flavored, lovely blend, but one that was very deceptive in its strength. I drove. I smoked. I fully enjoyed the experience. I had no idea what fate would befall me next.
I made it home just before the full effect took hold. As I was getting out of the car, I noticed my nose was sweating. "That’s odd," I thought. Minutes later, it was the E-ticket ride on the Orleans Orbiter. (For those who have never experienced it, the Orleans Orbiter is one of the most sadistic of what I have come to refer to as the "Whirl-and-Hurl Machines" ever to haunt an amusement park. I made the mistake of getting on one once, and spent the rest of the day curled up in a fetal position in the back seat of my friend’s Buick. It ruined not only the rest of my day, but most of the following one, as well. I cannot even imagine spinning in more dimensions at one time, and even the thought of the thing turns my stomach.)
I’ll spare the gruesome details, but suffice to say that all I could do was walk around, attempting to breathe deeply. Lying down was a very bad idea, as it just increased both the magnitude and the velocity of the room’s polydimensional spinning. Ghastly memory. It took several hours before I started to get back to normal, and I didn’t have much interest in pipes for a few days after that. The tobacco didn’t seem that strong when I was smoking it, and by the time I realized it, it was too late. The moral of my cautionary tale is to treat any new tobacco you try with respect, or it might hurt you.