Cellars are of indeterminate size, and are virtual. If you fill up the closet, you can always fill another; however, in doing so you have to accept tobacco's increasing hegemony, as like water it will spread out and fill any space.
But one constant in this is how dedicated you are to living the pipe smoker's dream. With this and practice you will never question ponying up to buy the next 6 blends thrust upon your consciousness after only an hour on this board. You feel thankful that you have made their acquaintance and allocate future spending.
I used to have a backup of 12 cases of jars stacked 13 high in three stacks. Evenings were spent listening to the irregular pings of the lids in the current ambience. Then the good stuff, tins, in a half-dozen boxes, stacked within reach so that I could pull out choice tins and gloat that they were MINE. I owned it, always with its cellaring date in mind, so that I could fantasize how good it would be in another year or five years.
And although it may be that good, the point is that I was trading smoking it now and that pleasure for the tenuous reward when opened in the future, and the future remains unknown. Is aging worth it? What if by keeping my mitts off and achieving the aging goal I don't care about the final product? What if poverty causes me to pawn these aged glories to the members on the board who can be downright merciless, driving my prices relentlessly down? What if informed members who have envied my stash break in, not for my money (ha!) but for my tobacco? We relentlessly project what exists now as the future, but we can never know the future.
As a pipe smoking warrior I swallowed whole every tenet proposed on the board, aging most especially. As it turned out I never got around to smoking two-thirds of my carefully cultivated aged cellar. I could only keep my cellar-spread from evicting me by quitting and selling everything.
More is better is indeed the prevailing ideology that we are quite certain the adepts practice. They of course are knee-deep in 5-yr old delectable VAs.
Consider cellaring some and buying tobacco as you need it. Or face eviction.
But one constant in this is how dedicated you are to living the pipe smoker's dream. With this and practice you will never question ponying up to buy the next 6 blends thrust upon your consciousness after only an hour on this board. You feel thankful that you have made their acquaintance and allocate future spending.
I used to have a backup of 12 cases of jars stacked 13 high in three stacks. Evenings were spent listening to the irregular pings of the lids in the current ambience. Then the good stuff, tins, in a half-dozen boxes, stacked within reach so that I could pull out choice tins and gloat that they were MINE. I owned it, always with its cellaring date in mind, so that I could fantasize how good it would be in another year or five years.
And although it may be that good, the point is that I was trading smoking it now and that pleasure for the tenuous reward when opened in the future, and the future remains unknown. Is aging worth it? What if by keeping my mitts off and achieving the aging goal I don't care about the final product? What if poverty causes me to pawn these aged glories to the members on the board who can be downright merciless, driving my prices relentlessly down? What if informed members who have envied my stash break in, not for my money (ha!) but for my tobacco? We relentlessly project what exists now as the future, but we can never know the future.
As a pipe smoking warrior I swallowed whole every tenet proposed on the board, aging most especially. As it turned out I never got around to smoking two-thirds of my carefully cultivated aged cellar. I could only keep my cellar-spread from evicting me by quitting and selling everything.
More is better is indeed the prevailing ideology that we are quite certain the adepts practice. They of course are knee-deep in 5-yr old delectable VAs.
Consider cellaring some and buying tobacco as you need it. Or face eviction.
