OK, so I’m on a long drive at night through a mountainous area a few of weeks ago. It’s pouring rain and the idiot next to me decides he wants to be in my lane and doesn’t care that there is actually a couple of thousand pounds of car already occupying this spot. I hit the brakes hard and shoot back over to his spot with my heart racing and my hands strangling the wheel. To the right is a pretty good drop off that ole’ Christopher is not coming back up on two legs if he rolls over.
This gets me thinking (I had a lot of time to think). OK, so I eat it. Yeah, my family is upset, funeral and whatnot. The guys at work attend but none of them smoke so they probably don’t even burn one in my memory. My dog doesn’t have a smoking buddy anymore. My wife still looks good and I have a crap-load of insurance so she’ll be OK after a while. But at some point she is going to take a look at my wineador and all the other aging cigars I have stashed around the place and say WTF am I supposed to do with these?
She doesn’t know the difference between a Padron 80 year and a Fighting Cock. My babies are in real danger now. She could give them away to some dink or God forbid, throw them out. Repurpose that wineador for wine or a party fridge for her fruity wine coolers no less.
So I’m still thinking – I need a cigar will. Something that ensures the painstaking efforts I have made acquiring, organizing, and generally fawning over my delights won’t go to waste. I would much rather have my beauties going to a deserving BOTL or SOTL that can appreciate the leaf rather than a chump who thinks they smell bad but “Hey, they’re free”.
So maybe I need to leave an envelope with a couple of hundred bucks for shipping and a note: “Get these to @Herf N Turf and he will see that they go to a good home”. Or maybe “Send them to @DogRockets and he can take a break from buying so much”. What do you think?
Maybe I thought about this too much.
