Hope you guys are all well. Please excuse the musing.
I used to work in the cigar industry and live in the city. I would check this forum, as well as Brooks blog and many others on a daily basis and completely emerge myself in cigar news, reviews, production information. I would spend hefty portions of every paycheck keeping my three humidors in the height of fashion, tracking down rare smokes, keeping some overseas favorites, and in general taking pride in what I had massed. I would sit in cigar bars and scoff at what others were smoking and get face melting dunk on knob manhattans hold the bitters.
I moved out to the country and left the cigar industry.
It's only been several months, but now when I look at the blogs and forums everything is alien. It's like I've been gone ten years. I don't recognize what pete is pushing, dozens of limited editions have come and gone already, and dozens of new brands I didn't hear about last RTDA have been on the shelves a while. The rate at which this industry moves in frightening, and kind of an anomaly considering the time spent on cigars. My once prized collecting was smoked the first two months after my move. I've gone from smoking three cigars a day to smoking one cigar a month. Two humidors were given to friends, the other, a 600 ct. cabinet holds illustration supplies. My remaining cigars rest in my smoking buddies cabinet surrounded by cigars I would probably be buying if things hadn't changed. I had my first cigar in a while with him this part saturday while doing some work in my garage. It was a RASS, an old favorite. While it used to be a go-to for me, it never blew me away, was just above par. This time around, it was new and exciting. It was better than the sex I haven't been having because my girlfriend moved out a month ago. I had to stop what I was doing and enjoy the cigar fully. No talking. Didn't touch my vodka and tonic.
If you've read this far, do me one more favor. Stop and look at where you are in life. I'm not going to be one of those jerkoffs who says carpi diem or call your mom and tell her you love her, just give time, place, and situation a seconds thought and then move on.
I used to work in the cigar industry and live in the city. I would check this forum, as well as Brooks blog and many others on a daily basis and completely emerge myself in cigar news, reviews, production information. I would spend hefty portions of every paycheck keeping my three humidors in the height of fashion, tracking down rare smokes, keeping some overseas favorites, and in general taking pride in what I had massed. I would sit in cigar bars and scoff at what others were smoking and get face melting dunk on knob manhattans hold the bitters.
I moved out to the country and left the cigar industry.
It's only been several months, but now when I look at the blogs and forums everything is alien. It's like I've been gone ten years. I don't recognize what pete is pushing, dozens of limited editions have come and gone already, and dozens of new brands I didn't hear about last RTDA have been on the shelves a while. The rate at which this industry moves in frightening, and kind of an anomaly considering the time spent on cigars. My once prized collecting was smoked the first two months after my move. I've gone from smoking three cigars a day to smoking one cigar a month. Two humidors were given to friends, the other, a 600 ct. cabinet holds illustration supplies. My remaining cigars rest in my smoking buddies cabinet surrounded by cigars I would probably be buying if things hadn't changed. I had my first cigar in a while with him this part saturday while doing some work in my garage. It was a RASS, an old favorite. While it used to be a go-to for me, it never blew me away, was just above par. This time around, it was new and exciting. It was better than the sex I haven't been having because my girlfriend moved out a month ago. I had to stop what I was doing and enjoy the cigar fully. No talking. Didn't touch my vodka and tonic.
If you've read this far, do me one more favor. Stop and look at where you are in life. I'm not going to be one of those jerkoffs who says carpi diem or call your mom and tell her you love her, just give time, place, and situation a seconds thought and then move on.
