Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Antonio Banderas, Nov/Dec 2005
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As I compose this e-mail, my heart is saddened for those who lost their lives, those who also lost everything, and don't have the immediate means to replace those things. As I sit here enjoying this smoke, it allows me to reflect on my life, past and present, and to think that regardless of the state of the union, "life ain't that bad." Sure we'll have to start all over again, but we have that opportunity. Having confirmed that my family made it out safely, I could not ask for more.
I sincerely hope you pass this on to your readers, with hopes that each and everyone of them should be thankful, and the next time they read, see or hear about a disaster somewhere, don't take it lightly. It could happen to you! We figure we'll be allowed to return to the city in a week or so, to pick up and move on. I'll rebuild my home, my collection and hopefully so will everyone else, but again, I must say that we will be able to, as we are alive and dwell in the greatest country in the world. I have been a cigar aficionado for almost 22 years, and never thought the day would arrive when a fine smoke would really ease my mind, and help me deal with a life crisis.
As I mentioned earlier I have enjoyed your publication since day one and have kept every issue, frequently reverting back to past issues re-reading stories of life elsewhere. With that in mind I thought now was a better time than ever to write and share my "life crisis" with fellow aficionados the world over. I'm sitting in a "cigar friendly" hotel, just pondering where we will start upon return to the Big Easy. I say to you and your readers, stop and smell the roses and enjoy a good smoke whenever you can, after all, we are really not guaranteed tomorrow. No matter how our leaders continually attempt to ban smoking, raise taxes on tobacco and the other ills of our society, even in the worst situation one could imagine, a cigar just may be the thing to allow you to deal with that situation and have peace of mind.
Thanks for letting me share with you, and may God bless and keep you and this wonderful place we call America. I'll write again, after I return and get my life in order, as I sit somewhere enjoying another fine smoke. Godspeed.
Gregory I. Ceaser, USAF Retired
New Orleans, Louisiana
What a woman really wants is a man who considers her needs before his own—even in a cigar! She doesn't want a huge Churchill hanging out of her mouth that she has to "suck hard" on in public. She wants a classy little petit corona like the Fuente Fuente OpusX Perfecxion No. 5 that I searched for all over Dallas (because of your review).
Case in point: Recently I went to Club Macanudo in New York City after a delicious meal at Babbo. I had been looking forward to enjoying my OpusX petit corona at the bar, but since I had just flown in from Dallas, I had to borrow a lighter from a charming young man who had just returned from Cuba. I ordered a cognac and called an older man friend to come join me. When he arrived, he insisted on me smoking a Davidoff and lighting it with a match since he was too macho to let me borrow the other man's lighter. Then, in his selfish desire to take me back to his place, he rushed me through the tasty RR and cognac and put me in his car.
Well you would think that a man in his sixties would be more patient and considerate. The fast smoking and the fast car ride upset my stomach. Even though I was truly ill and it was partly his fault, he yelled at me and I had to take a cab ride to get back to my apartment. I was fine the next morning, but he showed his bad nature and missed out on the rest of a fun week.
Moral of the story—take your time with a good cigar and a good woman, they're hard to find!