Stonehaven and Penzance, duh.
Many pipe tobaccos are good, some lackluster, and a few downright bad. But these two hardest-to-find blends by Esoterica are absolutely transcendent. Every time I light one up I have a borderline ecstatic experience where I hear singing, my eyes roll back, and I feel tingly, like I weight nothing. Then I settle in for a 2-hour long orgasm of flavor that ends with me exhausted and my pipe filled with a tiny pile of pure white ash, like the ash from burning angel's wings. It makes me want to sing.
Nah, not really. I prefer Dunbar and Blackpool.