KurtHuhn wrote:What I smoke is actually classified as being harsh and overpowering by a lot of people.
Ditto. You can read reviews on Tobaccoreviews.com until your eyeballs fall out, and you still won't have a clue, at least until you've smoked enough different tobaccos to figure out which of the reviewers there have similar tastes to you versus the ones who are just there to bitch and moan about how strong/revolting/permanently pipe-fouling everything but their own personal favorite is.
You may find you love straight virginias, or you may be like me and lose the lining off your entire oral cavity at the first puff of one. I used to love English blends, but now most of 'em are too hot for me. That doesn't mean they aren't good. I've pretty much settled on a very narrow rotation of Gawith's 1792, Gawith's black XX twist, Gawith's brown rope, and on rare occasion Dunhill Royal Yacht. And on long cold winter days when I'm hiding in the garage, I even sneak a tiny bowl of Firedance where manly men can't watch...
And then there's those times when nothing but Prince Albert will do.
If you look those up, you'll find a wide range of opinions on their relative merits, but they seem to inspire very strong emotions either for or against, with no middle ground. The moral of this story? Apparently I'm a wierdo. Wait, that's not the moral! The moral is we all like different things, and you won't know until you try.