I’ve always enjoyed a good hand-rolled cigar (not the machine-made Swisher Sweets at the grocery store), but this year my awesome wife got me a humidor and some nice cigars for Christmas. It’s a great little hobby, combining the nerdiness of collecting things and the pleasure of the taste of a good stogie.
What I’ve discovered, however, is that what I enjoy the most about the whole cigar thing is that it has given me an excuse to spend some time in solitude. Though Heather will let me smoke a cigar in the house now and then, I find that it’s not the same. What I really enjoy is sitting on the back porch in a chair after the sun goes down and just being still. Just me, my brain, Jesus, and fine South American long-leaf tobacco. And, in case you were wondering, Jesus doesn’t mind the smoke at all.
