Don't really have one, just have a whole bunch of tins and jars that I pull from what I want, when I want. Sometimes I find myself reaching for Maltese Falcon when all at once...
A strong, gale force wind blows in from the east with the smell of rum in the air.....
I start having visions of pirates dancing around a fire pit, drinking and singing.....
Some...mysterious force grabs me by the wrist and steers me in the direction of an open tin....
One that sits very prominently on my desk.....
One that has the delicious aroma of latakia and rum.....
And I can't help but give in and pull the lid off that tin and what do you think lies within?!
The black sails of the mighty Black Frigate, matey, that's what!
Then I start talking like a pirate as I feverishly rip, tear, and shred a portion of that cake and stuff it in me bowl!
Other times, I can reach through quickly enough to snag a jar of this or that English blend or a pouch of this or that. When I can beat back the wenches that sing songs of pure delight that steer me towards the Frigate, the possibilities are endless!