On Friday, I had a cigar on the way home from Ye Olde Daye Jobe. It was, ah, dry. As leaves at the top of the pile. It was from a reputable brand I’ve had good luck with so I’ll attribute all the trouble I had with it to that point: It was just not properly kept. (It was not one of mine.)
Today, I had a cigar on the way home. It was also from a reputable brand. It had been properly cared for. It was incredible. So that’s today’s lesson in cigar care.
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