By Andrew Lyon
Cigars are a luxury. I’ve already said a few things about this. For me the imagery always begins with a room that seems it was made for the latest flavor of a Bond villain. Wing back leather chairs, dark wood, and quiet enough for contemplative thought. Maybe you see a cabana somewhere with palm leaves, guayabera shirts and fedoras. Not typically my view but to each their own. I am obsessed with imagery. I love that we can say a word or phrase and encapsulate a thought or moment, much like how memes tend to explain a feeling or situation we can all relate to. When I light up, it actually tends to be more like the cabana than the library situation (due to the Texas heat) but the luxury I feel as I slowly enjoy the cigar, sip whatever I’m drinking and think about whatever I want to think about feels like true stress relief to me.
One night last year my wife and I sat outside in August, had to be about 90 degrees ou...
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