Too effin hot to smoke on the porch unless 3am. So, since I was asleep at three, it being a work day... I dropped in at the closest cigar lounge to my office. Found this neat box for sale surplus (knife for scale):
Got a faux mold thing going on, complete with pegs ... but not inside the gar compartment itself.
Not in love with the plywood, but had to score it.
p.s. They have a bog wide screen TV there at the lounge, but, thankfully it was off... otherwise would have had to listen to "russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, ... take a deep breath ... "russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, "
russia, russia, russia,
russia, russia,
russia, russia, russia,
russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia, russia,
That's the one thing I hate about that lounge.