A long time ago, when smoking was commonplace in pubs and such, I stepped away from the busy core of a work Christmas party to a quieter bar section to get away from all the drunken shop talk. The husband of a co-worker saw me with my pipe and insisted that I try some of his early 1960's Mac Baren Club Blend (it would have been a little over 30 years old at the time). After some smoke and learning something about aging Virginia from my new friend, I was convinced that I'd had one of the best bowls of my sophomore pipe smoking experience; I've been squirreling the stuff away here and there ever since.
Fast-forward a few years, and a small portion of my tins and several codger tubs are about 30 years old. Back then, to me, it wasn't cellaring; it was hoarding, for a rainy day I really never expected to come. I'm finally starting to see rain in the forecast.