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I'm just joking, man. Everyone's palate is different. There's schitt I like that you hate, and vice-versa. I have friends who agree with me 100% about Fuente/Ashton/Davidoff, and a few others who think we're nuts. So while I may lose credibility with lots of cigar guys, others will respond with "EXACTLY what I've been saying for years!"
I remember in elementary school science class, they sent us home with strips of paper with some chemical on them, and we had to taste them and have our parents taste them and report whether or not each of us tasted bitterness, or nothing. It's genetically determined, and we'd use the results to make an inheritance chart. Pretty fun activity for science class.
Fun, that is, except when genetically-impossible results happened, meaning inheritance charts where mom and the presumed "dad" simply could not have combined their genes to make Junior. After several... problematical consequences of such results
(*cough* absolutely livid husbands and sudden divorces *cough*), the activity was quickly dropped altogether by the school, and was never done again.
Take-away messages from all this:
1. Palates differ, and that's okay.
2. Some women can't be trusted.
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