Back when I started smoking my pipe TWENTY-ONE YEARS AGO (hot damn...), it was a rare treat to be able to get on my postage-sized porch with my roommate and light up a bowl. We'd go to Tinder Box, and talk to the cigar aficionado who knew nothing about pipe tobacco except what moved the quickest. We'd buy an ounce or two of Wilshire (1-Q with a Tinder Box price tag), and burn the evidence. We never kept anything.
I only recently started cellaring. I have Nightcap, Westminster, Gaslight, Stokkebye's Proper English, Mac Baren Golden Slices, and Margate from 2019.