Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Jim Belushi, November/December 2010
For me, being able to sit on my deck with my wife Patti and our friends and smoke a cigar with a good vodka helps me to unwind from a 65-plus-hour work week and all the hustle and bustle life brings me. No matter what issues are going on in my life, the simple act of smoking a cigar allows my mind to wander and it puts a relaxed smile on my face.
While reading the October issue, I came across an ad on page 88-89 from Litto Gomez that is better than any Super Bowl ad I've ever seen. This ad should be read by every person who is trying to tell us how we need to live our lives by infringing on our right to make a choice on our own. I'm impressed by the fact that the purpose of this ad is not an attempt to sell us anything other than to be aware or our freedom of choice.
Thanks to you and the folks at Cigar Aficionado for your magazine and thanks to Litto Gomez for his message.
As a cigar aficionado myself, and a recent magazine subscriber, I do look forward to the one- to two-hour mini-vacation with a good cigar and music. However, nothing brings me more sense of accomplishment than spending some quality time with my father. I only wish it would happen more often.
Our encounters occur only twice a year: Thanksgiving weekend and Easter weekend, when we visit our homeland, Puerto Rico. My father, who has lived most of his life in Buffalo, New York, has been a cigarrette smoker most of his adult life. Being involved in politics in Western New York and other venues, he's had access to some great cigars from Cuba, including Cohibas and Montecristos. However, he never really paid them their deserved attention, letting them dry or even disposing of them. This changed a year ago, during a surprise Labor Day visit from him, when I gave him as a late birthday present a makeshift humidor filled with cigars. The conversation sparked an intense interest in the cigar lifestyle and its appreciation-becoming an aficionado himself. I was amazed in learning that our family has a rich history in the tobacco-growing industry during the early years of the 20th century in Puerto Rico. Entwined with the subject, I learned so many other things about my family I would've never known otherwise.
One year later, on Labor Day (today) he paid us another surprise visit, making the trek from Buffalo to Dover, Deleware, where I currently reside. Of course, my humidor has been raided. But this time, he received a nice, well-seasoned humidor, filled again with premium and a few "forbidden fruit" cigars. For the first time in 40 years, I saw my father react with the joy of a child on Christmas morning. However, the highlight of the weekend has been simply the long, rare hours of bonding, sparked by the simple action of sharing a cigar. For the first time, we actually spoke-and listened. Humility, laughter, and genuineness abounded. To my joy and accomplishment, I managed to start this by the simple gesture of sharing my passion for cigars with my father. I actually shared something for him to cherish the rest of his life-and mine.
Alan W. Garcia
Thank you very much for a great magazine. I like the balance of articles throughout every single issue but have one small problem every now and then.
I use your cigar tastings to test some new sticks, but miss some information concerning where they rank on the strength scale. No big deal if you have an associate helping you buy the right one that fits your liking but I have had some guys sell me a supposedly medium-bodied cigar and the next thing I knew, this new cigar of mine knocked me off my chair.
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