Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Ron Perelman, Spring 95
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I am one of your female readers who has enjoyed see-ing the return of the cigar. My father and uncles enjoyed their cigars when I was a child, even though we complained piteously about how bad they smelled. But we enjoyed the ritual, the sense of tradition that their cigar smoking brought to our house.
I am so happy to see men with heart enough to "come out of the closet" and smoke a cigar--of all things. I am beginning to see some of them brave a smoke in the park near my office. I now enjoy the aroma along with the wonderful look of a man bucking the trend. I think cigar smokers are our only real mavericks now; all the rest just pretend to rebel.
Washington, D. C.
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Most smokers have their own odd habit or two. One of mine is to empty my ashtray into the fireplace, then later carry out all the ashes when I periodically clean the fireplace.
I haven't had the need for a fire since last March, and likewise haven't given much thought about cleaning the fireplace since then.
Today, this fine October morning, I decided I should have a cup of coffee and a smoke by a warm fire. I opened the doors to the fireplace and found, after a summer of smoking, around 200 cigar remains! These old soldiers were quite dry and inoffensive, so my shock was at their multitude and nothing else.
Well, I built my fire, brewed my coffee and lit my cigar, and I write to you a happy man. I find it difficult, though, to express to you the pleasure I felt a moment ago when I stepped out to the mailbox and found that my neighborhood smells like a cigar!
Paul F. Tatum III
Winston-Salem, North Carolina
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