Ah yes, the scent of latakia and orientals mingled with Virginias. The spicy tingle of Perique from St. James Parish, Louisiana. Opening a tin of mature Virginia flake and being treated to the scent of fermenting tobacco. If I weren't smoking now, I would be soon.
I love my pipes, and am afflicted by the White Spot. I agree, life isn't fair. I smoke my next bowl in your honor, sir in hopes you will join me some day for a smoke.