I now get cigars. Previous experience was pretty much limited to buying a convenience-store cigar in the middle of a bender, smoking it like a cigarette to simultaneously coat my respiratory tract with asphalt and carpet-bomb my brain with a megadose of mil-spec nicotine. In addition to a temporary boost of peppiness, this also generated an order-of-magnitude hangover multiplier, which was a naturally limiting factor.
But not long ago I went to a cigar bar with some good friends and enjoyed a good cigar (Macanudo Gold Label Shakespeare, a starter). Took about an hour to smoke it. Conversation and regular, but not hurried, puffs. It was relaxing, indulgent, surprisingly pleasant and social, and very civilized. I recommend it.
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Was it the wuality of the cigar, the quality of the cocktails, or the quality of the company? This is why the social sciences will never be sciences....
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Wu-ality could be a good word. Has the Wu-Tang Clan already trademarked it?
I like wu-ality, also. I'm not sure I have the attention span necessary for a cigar. Let's start with the cigarettes.
I don't have the lack of histimines for them, but 'chacun ses merde'. I'd never be able ot drag Dr. Desert Flower into a cigar bar, she has not the lung capacity. I do love the "mil spec nicotine" reference.
I don't understand the histamine reference, although antihistamines + booze + cigar would make for an interesting club theme. No doubt outlawed after the first few fatalities.
Club Macanudo in New York was well-ventilated. While the scent of cigars was strong stepping in, the smoke wasn't at all. Which is as it should be. Ventilation is a solvable problem. We have the technology!
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