Why do we smoke cigars?

[Newfie]

On my way home (a 4 hour ride) from meeting with Dan & Sid Saturday past, I stopped at a rest stop for a coffee, and decided to stay a while and have a cigar. Obviously I was alone, mind was wandering and I started thinking how good life is.

I was thinking back to the discussions we had had at dinner & at the Tinderbox, along with other smokers who were there, and the trades we had made, the smokes we shared, and the satisfaction I felt regarding how the day had gone. I was thinking as well about how nice it is to relax alone sometimes, smoking a nice cigar, having a nice coffee, contemplating life where nobody knows you and you can't be bothered. It was a beautiful evening, and I was laying back against a tree on a grassy bank watching a beautiful sunset. Times like this, my friends, are one of the reasons why we smoke cigars. Yes, it's wonderful and special to sit with pals and smoke as I had done earlier in the day, but it's also nice to sit alone, as I was doing at the time, and let your mind wander and enjoy the peace and solitude while basking in the waning light and the clouds of smoke from a tasty Ashton VSG Illusion.

Now, back to the present. I was looking at something on CigarPass a few minutes ago and saw THIS thread started by Eshaw99, which includes posts by other members of this board such as Kayakinboy, Coventry Cat, Da Sarge and members of the other board as well. Eshaws comments and those of others put the feelings into words much better than I.

Read the thread, my friends. THIS, is why we smoke cigars.

Peace. I'm off to the golf course.

[CgarDan]

On my way home (a 4 hour ride) from meeting with Dan & Sid Saturday past, I stopped at a rest stop for a coffee, and decided to stay a while and have a cigar. Obviously I was alone, mind was wandering and I started thinking how good life is.

I was thinking back to the discussions we had had at dinner & at the Tinderbox, along with other smokers who were there, and the trades we had made, the smokes we shared, and the satisfaction I felt regarding how the day had gone. I was thinking as well about how nice it is to relax alone sometimes, smoking a nice cigar, having a nice coffee, contemplating life where nobody knows you and you can't be bothered. It was a beautiful evening, and I was laying back against a tree on a grassy bank watching a beautiful sunset. Times like this, my friends, are one of the reasons why we smoke cigars. Yes, it's wonderful and special to sit with pals and smoke as I had done earlier in the day, but it's also nice to sit alone, as I was doing at the time, and let your mind wander and enjoy the peace and solitude while basking in the waning light and the clouds of smoke from a tasty Ashton VSG Illusion.

Now, back to the present. I was looking at something on CigarPass a few minutes ago and saw THIS thread started by Eshaw99, which includes posts by other members of this board such as Kayakinboy, Coventry Cat, Da Sarge and members of the other board as well. Eshaws comments and those of others put the feelings into words much better than I.

Read the thread, my friends. THIS, is why we smoke cigars.

Peace. I'm off to the golf course.

Had some of the same thought on my long ride back to NYC

[thepyrofish]

To cover the smell of weed.


Oh lighten up, I'm kidding. I have few friends who will smoke a cigar with me, and only one who really appreciates it like I do. He was out in VA with me too and a couple times a week after a long day we'd dit back and smoke. Our lives were quite hectic out there, so it was one of the few ways during the work week we could actually relax and talk and unwind.

[cinda]

On my way home (a 4 hour ride) from meeting with Dan & Sid Saturday past, I stopped at a rest stop for a coffee, and decided to stay a while and have a cigar. Obviously I was alone, mind was wandering and I started thinking how good life is.

I was thinking back to the discussions we had had at dinner & at the Tinderbox, along with other smokers who were there, and the trades we had made, the smokes we shared, and the satisfaction I felt regarding how the day had gone. I was thinking as well about how nice it is to relax alone sometimes, smoking a nice cigar, having a nice coffee, contemplating life where nobody knows you and you can't be bothered. It was a beautiful evening, and I was laying back against a tree on a grassy bank watching a beautiful sunset. Times like this, my friends, are one of the reasons why we smoke cigars. Yes, it's wonderful and special to sit with pals and smoke as I had done earlier in the day, but it's also nice to sit alone, as I was doing at the time, and let your mind wander and enjoy the peace and solitude while basking in the waning light and the clouds of smoke from a tasty Ashton VSG Illusion.

Now, back to the present. I was looking at something on CigarPass a few minutes ago and saw THIS thread started by Eshaw99, which includes posts by other members of this board such as Kayakinboy, Coventry Cat, Da Sarge and members of the other board as well. Eshaws comments and those of others put the feelings into words much better than I.

Read the thread, my friends. THIS, is why we smoke cigars.

Peace. I'm off to the golf course.

[basil]

I don't smoke indoors, but instead out on a patio. Usually I'm reading something, so there has to be a light at night. There's one of those 40W coiled florescents out there that works well. I'm usually by myself, but I'm not alone. I've not really noticed in years past, but this summer I can count as many as a dozen Turkish geckos on the wall around the light. They're still mostly; sometimes they threaten each other by waving their tails over their backs till one of them backs down. But when a moth flies into the illumination, they all go on high alert. The moth bouces in and out, on and off the wall. As soon as that sucker lights, a few of the geckos move into action, closing in. When one is within an inch or so, bam! it's all over but the cryin'. Sometimes the moth goes still fast, sometimes it flutters like hell, causing its captor's head to gyrate in time. Sometimes the gecko misses on first try, and sometimes two of them are at odds as to whom the prey belongs. And it's not always a moth. But they are in agreement as to which bugs aren't on the menu. Let a small black beetle fly in and the reptiles don't budge. Maybe it's the ectoskeleton (doubtful though - they eat the brown ones), or maybe they taste bad (like fuck that, we don't do licorice.) So, I'm there watching part of the food chain and smoking my cigar. Last week I got my daughter to come watch awhile with me. The geckos don't seem to mind the occassional cloud that wafts their way; indeed, this inspires no more interest in movement than does the unpalatable black beetle. Maybe they miss me when I'm a no-show. I miss them - they're why I smoke cigars. I don't miss moths though, which is good because those lizards eat every damn one of them.

[slcraiders]

Great post, Jim. Thank you! Interesting this came up as I had a similar experience last night. After a grueling day of negotiations and wining/dining with our largest client, I went back to my hotel beat and braindead. Considering an early bedtime (due to lack of sleep this week and an early wake up call this morning) I felt as if something was missing. I could not put my finger on the missing piece when alas I realized I needed a cigar. This need was unique however... ...it was not addictive (as I have experienced in life with cigarettes and alcohol etc.) Nor was it out of boredom. Instead, it was an inate desire to unwind, I guess. I walked outside and took sole possesion of a grassy hill under a tree and fired up my cigar. Nothing fancy (Ramon Allones Gustoso), but it tasted great and was probably THE right cigar for the moment. I gazed at an almost full moon circled by a beautiful hazy ring for a little over an hour as I contemplated over many things: past, present, and future- including your question today "why do we smoke cigars". This moment in time was suspended like a camera capturing an image. Although mental in nature, this was a time that cannot be lost, and was quite honestly exactly what I needed. I watched the nub of the cigar extinguish itself and wandered off to bed with a feeling of fulfillment unrivaled by most anything else I could have chosen to do with my time- at that time!

[Shelby07]

I smoke to get away from the little woman.












(just kidding! She's a sweetheart.)

[TheNakedGun]

Because the Sterile and we like the taste.

[ggiese]

I don't smoke indoors, but instead out on a patio. Usually I'm reading something, so there has to be a light at night. There's one of those 40W coiled florescents out there that works well. I'm usually by myself, but I'm not alone. I've not really noticed in years past, but this summer I can count as many as a dozen Turkish geckos on the wall around the light. They're still mostly; sometimes they threaten each other by waving their tails over their backs till one of them backs down. But when a moth flies into the illumination, they all go on high alert. The moth bouces in and out, on and off the wall. As soon as that sucker lights, a few of the geckos move into action, closing in. When one is within an inch or so, bam! it's all over but the cryin'. Sometimes the moth goes still fast, sometimes it flutters like hell, causing its captor's head to gyrate in time. Sometimes the gecko misses on first try, and sometimes two of them are at odds as to whom the prey belongs. And it's not always a moth. But they are in agreement as to which bugs aren't on the menu. Let a small black beetle fly in and the reptiles don't budge. Maybe it's the ectoskeleton (doubtful though - they eat the brown ones), or maybe they taste bad (like fuck that, we don't do licorice.) So, I'm there watching part of the food chain and smoking my cigar. Last week I got my daughter to come watch awhile with me. The geckos don't seem to mind the occassional cloud that wafts their way; indeed, this inspires no more interest in movement than does the unpalatable black beetle. Maybe they miss me when I'm a no-show. I miss them - they're why I smoke cigars. I don't miss moths though, which is good because those lizards eat every damn one of them.

Ted - man, you hit the nail on the head...

What is smoking cigars? It's not about smoking, as much as it's about the ritual of the smoking. I don't "need" to smoke cigars like I did smoking cigarettes. I guess I'm lucky in that regard. I know those that cannot go without having a cigar. But what I'm drawn to while smoking cigars are those moments of reflection, quiet time, great conversation - or just plain watching the geckos eat the bugs (we don't have geckos here, but I'd love to see it).

Last weekend I went to the Alstate 400 in Indy. I went with a good friend and his father-in-law. Both occasionally like to smoke cigars. I actually enjoy meeting with them because I like to bring new cigars for them to try. They're like a coupla kids when I open up the portable humi. I always try to bring something I know they'll enjoy, yet have never tried.

On this trip, I brought a Davidoff Diademas (100th Anny) for my buddy, and his father-in-law selected a ISOM Partagas 8-9-8 varnished with a tad bit of age on it. I smoked a ISOM '98 Trini Fundadore. All of us sat around enjoying each others company, but still took several "reflection" breaks (quiet time) to enjoy what we were smoking.

Towards the end of the Diademas, my friend said, "The reason I like to smoke cigars is about the flavor of the cigar, and the thinking I have to do to taste the flavors in it. I'm all about being being on the go, answering questions, servicing clients during the week (he's a lawyer). But - when I smoke cigars, it's that rare time when I just get to sit back, smoke the cigar and think about what's so good about it that brings me enjoyment. It's like the cigar is giving back to me what I've been giving away all week. I'm asking the questions, and the cigar is answering me. And I hate giving the cigar up at the end, because I know my time is up..."

[JRas224]

For the health benefits.

[Cabaiguan Juan]

Towards the end of the Diademas, my friend said, "The reason I like to smoke cigars is about the flavor of the cigar, and the thinking I have to do to taste the flavors in it. I'm all about being being on the go, answering questions, servicing clients during the week (he's a lawyer). But - when I smoke cigars, it's that rare time when I just get to sit back, smoke the cigar and think about what's so good about it that brings me enjoyment. It's like the cigar is giving back to me what I've been giving away all week. I'm asking the questions, and the cigar is answering me. And I hate giving the cigar up at the end, because I know my time is up..."

And the light bulb just clicked on. Giving back to me for what I've been giving out to others all week long. I was at a park this weekend and smoked a CAO Black in the amazing weather DC was blessed with and enjoyed some quite time and though about why we smoke some more. I didn't get too far, but ggiese summed it up for me. Its like sitting in a cloud of tranquility and hitting the reset button on you psychological/emotional meter.