I feel like I've told this story too many times, and even if I'm wrong, it's probably not interesting enough for how many times I've told it. So one more time certainly won't make matters any worse. If I'm wrong about that too, please go easy on the death threats/hate mail. I'm forwarding all my mail through April to my in-laws, after all.
When I first started smoking a pipe five or so years ago, I had no intention whatsoever of cellaring. I would buy a tin, jar it, and not purchase another tin until I was nearing the end of the jar. In the summer of 2020, with big spiky red ball hysteria at its peak and uncertainty pervading every area of societal thought, I happened to stumble upon an ad on Craigslist of an "insta-cellar" for sale (for lack of a better term). Probably a 70/30 split of aromatics to non-aromatics, but pretty inclusive of all blend types, and in my opinion, both a good value and a good place to start. It just seemed to be the right thing to do, and I figured it'd give me an opportunity to try a bunch of new things. So I bought a bunch of 16 oz. and 8 oz. Ball jars (mostly 16s), and spent the next 2+ years sussing out what I loved, what I liked, what I was so-so on, and what I could not stand. I've since traded away many of those blends, but I'm grateful for the purchase--it was an excellent springboard for my future cellaring, and I have since expanded it to roughly 15 lbs.
I'm cellared wider than I am deep, but I'm working on that part. I have probably five dozen different blends in there, all told, and quite a few of them are single tins. I did go deep on a handful of blends, however, and I'm glad I did.