Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Matt Dillon, Spring 96
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Following a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend, I decided to stop at my favorite tobacconist, Liberty Tobacco in San Diego, to replenish my severely depleted humidor.
You can imagine how thrilled I was as I entered the humidor room to discover my name inscribed on a brown paper bag. As I slowly opened the bag, I was delighted to set my eyes on 15 Partagas 150th Anniversary robusto-sized cigars.
When I arrived home, I found my wife and two small children, ages three and 14 months, all enjoying an afternoon siesta. I immediately placed 14 of the cigars in my humidor, opened a bottle of Samuel Adams and headed for the patio to experience one of these rare beauties.
I must say this was one of the richest and deepest-flavored cigars I'd ever experienced. Twenty minutes into my smoking pleasure, my three-year-old appeared on the porch with one of the cigars in each hand, completely damaged and torn. My blood pressure went through the roof as I sprinted through the house toward the humidor in the living room, where to my dismay I found my 14-month-old with a Macanudo Hyde Park Cafe in his mouth and an array of shredded cigars, including my coveted Partagas, scattered throughout the room.
As I finished my cigar, my wife vacuuming the tobacco, a tear fell into what was left of my second Sam Adams, and I realized the saying is true: When the Partagas 150th Anniversary cigars are gone, they will be gone forever.
John F. Hiser
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