Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Arnold Schwarzenegger, Summer 96
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I would like to share a true story that happened to me that should warm the hearts of all cigar smoking men who have wives who don't share the same passion for fine cigars.
Last year we remodeled our upstairs and incorporated into the renovation the construction of my own den. Finally--a place to listen to music, warm up by the fireplace, read and enjoy an Arturo Fuente or a Hoyo de Monterrey Excalibur after a long day.
First and foremost, I must say I have the best wife in the world. I love her with all my heart, and even after 12 years of marriage, it is still exciting to be with her. She still is, and always will be, my best friend. She understands how much pleasure cigars give me, how they help me unwind and relax. So even though she doesn't care for the "smell," she gracefully puts up with it.
Back to the story. The other night, our daughter was staying with friends overnight. I was in the den, the sun was just starting to set. My wife came in and sat down next to me on the couch and asked if she could take a few puffs on my cigar. Shocked but happy, I obliged. She even remarked that she kind of liked how it tasted. I told her how nice it was to share something I enjoyed so much with her. She smiled, got up and said "I'll be right back."
A few minutes later, as dusk was setting in, she came in the room again, this time holding two glasses of brandy and wearing an extremely sexy black lace teddy. She sat down next to me, gave me my glass and asked for my cigar. She took my cigar, picked up her glass and sat back in my big, black leather chair. I tell you, the picture of her reclined back, drink in one hand, cigar in the other and in that teddy is still embedded in my memory. What an incredible turn-on!!!
Honor and modesty do not permit me to divulge the events of the next few hours, but suffice it to say that the evening ended with us by the warm glow of the fireplace sharing an Arturo Fuente Petite Corona I had purchased for her months before--just in case.
In conclusion, even though my wife is not, nor probably ever will be, a cigar smoker, she understands how a great smoke can top off a great day. And to all the guys who have wives who "just don't understand," just be considerate and patient. And maybe stash a cigar for her in your humidor--just in case.
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