This is what I call the Friends of Habanos, LCDH, Cuban Cigar, whatever... curse.
Then I start explicitly cursing.
Not that we do not have lots of other fine cigars to smoke, probably a few lives worth. But when the last one gets smoked in a great box, the search begins as if we live on a deserted island with an empty cave.
Tonight we are going to be there. And with one that shocks me.
I know more are around but it took a while to get them just right? DIC 16
CB