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| - As Freud said, sometimes a cigar is only a cigar.
Implicitly, sometimes it's more.
The perfect cigar is to me a reminder that human civilization can still be refined and sophisticated. I love cigar shops. Fresh, properly cured, properly stored tobacco has a rich, delightful odor that stimulates the olfactory senses, and makes it's way to the pleasure center of my brain. It brings to mind a nose reminiscent of leather and a fine red wine, a rich smell.
I played hookey this afternoon to visit with a friend, we had some lunch and then went over to Churchill's for a cigar and to discuss the current state of the human race, interpersonal relationships, and other deep subjects. We each picked out a cigar. The tobacconist clipped the ends perfectly and had a lighter for us to use. The tobacco was rich and delicious, having spent it's entire life locked in a perfect temperature and humidity controlled humidor.
Unlike bars, you can actually smoke inside. The best seating is outdoors, covered by an awning and topped with misters. Its a very comfortable place to relax, even when it's 111 outside.
To top it off I ran into an old friend I lost touch with years ago while there and it made me even happier to see that in the years that passed she turned from being a slightly awkward girl who was all elbows and knees but with an inner warmth that is apparent to all who meet her, into a beautiful, graceful, successful woman - but still radiating the same joy for life. I didn't wake up expecting to have a cigar, either. Sometimes it's nice to just sit down for a while and savor the moment in time you're currently inhabiting. Cigars always seem perfect for that.
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