I've found my brain can't handle more than 15 options. Anymore than that, I keep going to the same handful and never want to smoke any of the others. My appreciation is infinite, but there is a finite number I can mentally juggle. Taking your header literally, of course.
Hell to tha naw! That’s like having to many tins aging or too many lighters on the ready, too many bottles of scotch/bourbon or too many long necks sitting in ice with just the end of the bottle rising above the ice. Then you pull the bottle out of the ice, twist off the top and that white smoke comes rolling out. You know right then and there life is good.