Because he’s nice that way, and because he’d reconnected with many of his old classmates there, Himself decided to ‘friend’ his old high school girlfriend (I almost said ‘sweetheart’ but that would be a gross mischaracterization), and right out of the chute, the very first comment she made was critical of one aspect of his comfortable Captain of Industry lifestyle. It wasn’t “Hi, how are the kids?” or “It’s nice you see you’re still alive”, it was “Cigars! DISGUSTING!” to his comment of spending the evening with a fine cigar and a glass of bourbon. Her next comment was something along the lines of “Cigars are only good if they aren’t lit”. Well, talk about typical. She spent the entire 7 years of their relationship being critical of what he wore, what he drove, how he looked, the house his parents lived in, constant browbeating. Why did he put up with it? You may well ask. I wonder myself, but he’s patient that way, and probably thought she was the best he could do.
Anyway, I decided to see how many women I could get together to say something complimentary about the cigar issue, to leave something on his facebook about it, and it was FANTASTIC! Thank you to all of you who participated. No one said anything ugly to her (I didn’t want that, anyway), it was all just comments about how sexy a good cigar smells, how it smells of success and money, that sort of thing. Great fun! *smack* on her!
And you know what? A good cigar *does* smell fantastic. When he comes in late in the evening, after having a Royal Sterling and a glass of Basil Hayden’s (small batch bourbon), he smells amazing, like a man, smoke and bourbon and a touch of leather…yes. Cheap cigars, no thank you. They can smell righteously nasty. Even some expensive ones smell nasty. He smoked a (what was it…it was Wife Beater Nasty)…Partagas…that’s it. A $10 cigar he got about 1/4 the way through and I forbade him to ever smoke one of those again. BLECH. Fortunately it was a gift, so he didn’t feel an obligation to finish it. Through trial and occasional error he’s found brands that we both approve of. Since I am the one who has to smell him, I get veto powers, and we’ve learned which makes and models suit both of us.
Now, I don’t actually smoke them, myself.
I’ve tried a few times and wind up tasting them for days afterwards. While they taste nice at the time, 3 days later they aren’t. Instead I sit downwind, enjoying the aroma and companionship, and yes, even the…whatd’yacallit…sense of entitlement that comes from knowing he has the White Privilege of enjoying a $15 dessert cigar and bourbon. Because, By God, he’s worked hard for it, and deserves it.