I found Holmes that afternoon in our lodgings in Baker Street. It was clear from the scattered parchment atop his desk and the redolent clouds obscuring the room that he was at work again. Holmes favored the Cherrywood pipe when his mind found itself locked in exercises of the most fantastical complexity, and he now puffed on it in a feverish manner. Waving me to my chair with a flourish, he began to reveal just how he had come to be introduced to this most mysterious affair.  

scent notes: tobacco leaf, cedat, cherrywood, parchment, hints of clove, cashmere, bergamot 
 
10oz | 60 hours