Cigars. Puros. Sticks. Stogies . Premos. Dog rockets. Yard Gars.
They're about enjoyment and flat out indulgence when the time, mood, or occasion suits you. They are best smoked alone, or maybe with a friend, or in a gathering. They are best in the way that suits you.
Ask how I enjoy them if you're interested and I'll be happy to share. Ask what's good I'll be happy to share what I like or offer a pointer of what you might enjoy but as time has passed I've opted not to berate any that differ.
Tastes, preferences, and practices vary.
We're all different with thoughts and qualities that make us unique. Tastes, practices, choices, preferences, and how they differ or align are something to embrace and celebrate.
I've smoked them wide, varied, and many. In the past I have cast elitist aspersions at choices, practices, and tastes, solicited or not. What a weight and a burden. I chose to set it down and move on.
Time is a thief, and a teacher, it would seem that the best cigar is the one you enjoy right now.
That will change or it won't. Elitism to exclusion fell by the wayside for me as time has gone on. My own views, tastes or preferences don't set me above anyone.
If I don't like you, it will be for the type of person you are, not for the type of person I think you should be.
Good people are good people, an azz is an azz. I'm free to politely excuse myself or choose to stay a while.
Elitism is a youthful passage in my view. "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me."
Occasional enjoyer. Hobbyist. Compulsive consumer. Enthusiast. N00b. Connoisseur.
Have a seat, I enjoy a good smoke with company or without. I have a cutter, lighter, and a torch to share if you need them. You don't need a cutter, or maybe the cigar you're going to enjoy doesn't have to be cut, have a light on me. I've met some pretty extraordinary people that never smoked anything but a Philly, or a White Owl. I've met some equally extraordinary people that would never smoke them at all.
Have something you want to know, I might have something to share that will help. Have something to share, I may pick up something helpful and say thanks.
Simple observations.
Maybe you feel the same, maybe they struck a kindred chord, maybe it's something to chew on.
Maybe they pizzed you off, you were always free to move on.
