It is a raw, blustery day here along coastal New Hampshire. I am watching the logs crackling in the fireplace as I sip my scotch. The only thing missing from this picture is my pipe laden with Skandinavik Vanilla tobacco. Why? Simply, I can't seem to find it anywhere. Do I miss it? You bet I do. I've tried numerous blends in the abscence of SV, but not one satisfies me. I sigh and I sip. The love of my life has gone. Perhaps, one day soon, it will return.