Cigars You'll Never Smoke
Opus X BBMF Maduro. Tatuaje T110's. Well-aged Padróns. Original-release Padilla Miami 8 & 11's. Various regional-release (ahem) "contraband" cigars. These are all smokes we might consider "special occasion cigars".
These are but a few of the cigars I may never smoke, though they slumber comfortably in my humidor. Which begs the question: "Why in the world would anyone hold on to cigars he has no intention of smoking?" Pondering this always makes my head spin.
On one hand, we're not promised tomorrow. Some once said we should "live every day like it's going to be our last," because we're living on "borrowed time." You know, Carpe Diem and all that. In other words, don't waste your time hoarding cigars, because you may not live to smoke them. Besides, cigars are for smoking, not for being conspicuously displayed in a humidor…right? Why save cigars for a special occasion? Why not turn a regular day into a special occasion with a terrific rare cigar?
On the other hand, isn't it appropriate to save your truly rare treats for truly rare occasions? You wouldn't break out the vintage champagne to celebrate some mundane victory, would you? Nor should an extremely precious vitola be smoked on some mundane afternoon, or after a mundane meal…right?
I acknowledge that, on some level, fear is at play. Fear that I'll never smoke that cigar. Fear that I will smoke it and hate it. Fear that I'll smoke it in the wrong setting and be disappointed by what could have been. Fear that I'll enjoy it immensely, but never have another.
All of which forces the conclusion that there's no right or wrong answer. Every factor in the equation is relative…the cigars, the cigar smoker, and the given occasions one deems appropriate for torching such rarities.
What special cigars do you have tucked away? Are you planning on smoking them? If so, will they serve to punctuate a memorable moment? Or will the cigars themselves be the focus of the moment?
When he's not busy writing, editing, smoking cigars, or raising his many, many children, Hayward " "It's Lou, not Hayward" " Tenney spends his days combating confusion about his real name (it's Hayward, but please - call him " "Lou" ") and mourning the matrimonially-induced loss of his moustache (what's he gonna do with all that moustache wax he made?).Show all Lou Tenney's Articles