A thread started by walkingnerd about what one does to destroy the unsmokable or otherwise horrible stick was taking a turn towards some folks cigar tragedy's. Seemed like a good idea for a thread and I thought I'd share my biggest heartbreaker over here...
Last June, Jesus Fuego spent an evening with us at our club. He'd brought just a few Delirium Lonsdales (months before the release) in his traveller humidor and treated me to one. Through the hustle and bustle of the evening, I'd wound up with a couple of sticks, but not that one.
Jesus then asked me to join him in the humidor saying that he wanted to buy a cigar. I offered him one of his choosing, but he turned it down saying that he had plenty of cigars to smoke, but he wanted to try something new, and wanted to buy it from us. He quickly noticed the Padron 80 years sitting on the shelf, saying how anxious he had been to try it, and asked my opinion. I told him that I hadn't tried it yet, simply because of the price tag. Jesus grabbed a pair of them and asked me to join him for a cigar.
Jesus gets his lit (while I was finishing up a Corojo No 1 Grande), and was soon after informed by the rep with him (our beloved David Brophy), that they still had miles to make before they slept, and Jesus left, Padron in his teeth, but before I'd even had a chance to get mine lit.
Whilst tidying up the club after our big event. I grabbed my two precious gifts and put them in my shirt pocket untill I could get them into my box in the humidor. Reaching for my box, I knocked another off the shelf, my attempt of catching which effectively crushed both sticks in my pocket. I felt emotions at that moment that I never thought I'd feel over tobacco, and have yet to feel since.
So. There's my little tear jerker. What's yours?
Last June, Jesus Fuego spent an evening with us at our club. He'd brought just a few Delirium Lonsdales (months before the release) in his traveller humidor and treated me to one. Through the hustle and bustle of the evening, I'd wound up with a couple of sticks, but not that one.
Jesus then asked me to join him in the humidor saying that he wanted to buy a cigar. I offered him one of his choosing, but he turned it down saying that he had plenty of cigars to smoke, but he wanted to try something new, and wanted to buy it from us. He quickly noticed the Padron 80 years sitting on the shelf, saying how anxious he had been to try it, and asked my opinion. I told him that I hadn't tried it yet, simply because of the price tag. Jesus grabbed a pair of them and asked me to join him for a cigar.
Jesus gets his lit (while I was finishing up a Corojo No 1 Grande), and was soon after informed by the rep with him (our beloved David Brophy), that they still had miles to make before they slept, and Jesus left, Padron in his teeth, but before I'd even had a chance to get mine lit.
Whilst tidying up the club after our big event. I grabbed my two precious gifts and put them in my shirt pocket untill I could get them into my box in the humidor. Reaching for my box, I knocked another off the shelf, my attempt of catching which effectively crushed both sticks in my pocket. I felt emotions at that moment that I never thought I'd feel over tobacco, and have yet to feel since.
So. There's my little tear jerker. What's yours?
