Eric
05-20-2007, 09:00 PM
Author: Electric Sheep
Category: General
Sure, I live smack-dab in the middle of a city of 2.5 million people, but truth be told, I’m more redneck than metropolitan–or to use a more hip term, “metrosexual” (and note, the fact that I had to use quotes to fit that word into my conversation proves I’m not that hip). But even a redneck like myself will occasionally ask the question, “am I a pretentious cigar snob?”
You see, I’m sitting out on my back deck listening to the duck and geese squawking out by the creek, and I’m just about ready to light up the cigar in my hand: a well-aged Padron from 2003 that was gifted to me by fellow BOTL member jwintosh (I know that because I labeled the cigar with one of those little paper bands from Heartfelt Industries). Anyways, I just pulled the cigar out of an individual cigar-shaped plastic zip-lock bag — because as you know, Padron doesn’t cello-wrap their cigars, so I bagged it myself to protect the stick while it sat in my temperature and humidity controlled cigar humidor — and picked up one of my many cigar cutters, this time going for the Xikar cutter, which I slid out of its protective leather sheath.
SNIP!
Off comes the cap, clean and precise, exactly what you expect from a high-quality cutter. I give the cigar a pre-light draw to test the pull, and then reach down and grab my Xikar lighter, which I had just refilled minutes earlier with triple-refined lighter fuel. I toast the end and slowly light the cigar, savoring the initial burst of flavor. Then I set the cigar down in my One-Off Molino designer ashtray so I can check my email wirelessly on my Apple PowerBook.
And that’s when it hits me–this cigar is from 2003, which would have been right about the time I really seriously started smoking cigars. And you know what my first “real” cigar was? A Padron that was gifted to me by my buddy Justin. Difference was, when I smoked that first one, I bit the cap off with my teeth and lit it with a cheap disposable Bic lighter. And being a former cigarette smoker, I’m sure I inhaled some of it, too–and probably didn’t mind one bit. But thinking about the experience of smoking that first cigar compared to this one in my hand made me question, “I a pretentious cigar snob now?”
I’ve come to a conclusion:
No, I’m not a pretentious cigar snob; I’m just a well-accessorized redneck.
Category: General
Sure, I live smack-dab in the middle of a city of 2.5 million people, but truth be told, I’m more redneck than metropolitan–or to use a more hip term, “metrosexual” (and note, the fact that I had to use quotes to fit that word into my conversation proves I’m not that hip). But even a redneck like myself will occasionally ask the question, “am I a pretentious cigar snob?”
You see, I’m sitting out on my back deck listening to the duck and geese squawking out by the creek, and I’m just about ready to light up the cigar in my hand: a well-aged Padron from 2003 that was gifted to me by fellow BOTL member jwintosh (I know that because I labeled the cigar with one of those little paper bands from Heartfelt Industries). Anyways, I just pulled the cigar out of an individual cigar-shaped plastic zip-lock bag — because as you know, Padron doesn’t cello-wrap their cigars, so I bagged it myself to protect the stick while it sat in my temperature and humidity controlled cigar humidor — and picked up one of my many cigar cutters, this time going for the Xikar cutter, which I slid out of its protective leather sheath.
SNIP!
Off comes the cap, clean and precise, exactly what you expect from a high-quality cutter. I give the cigar a pre-light draw to test the pull, and then reach down and grab my Xikar lighter, which I had just refilled minutes earlier with triple-refined lighter fuel. I toast the end and slowly light the cigar, savoring the initial burst of flavor. Then I set the cigar down in my One-Off Molino designer ashtray so I can check my email wirelessly on my Apple PowerBook.
And that’s when it hits me–this cigar is from 2003, which would have been right about the time I really seriously started smoking cigars. And you know what my first “real” cigar was? A Padron that was gifted to me by my buddy Justin. Difference was, when I smoked that first one, I bit the cap off with my teeth and lit it with a cheap disposable Bic lighter. And being a former cigarette smoker, I’m sure I inhaled some of it, too–and probably didn’t mind one bit. But thinking about the experience of smoking that first cigar compared to this one in my hand made me question, “I a pretentious cigar snob now?”
I’ve come to a conclusion:
No, I’m not a pretentious cigar snob; I’m just a well-accessorized redneck.