Oh the pain you must fee. As do I, watching with pain in my heart as the Onyx Reserve go higher and higher. Even as a message my bid "for the love of god, stop the insanity", the newbies bid on, spiralling ever upward towards madness. I turn with disdain and repose to my humidor to find solice in a La Perla Habana figurado maduro. Oh yea, that's the stuff dreams are made of.