I was visiting a friend during the month of October a few years back. He had received a box of Tatiana Rum Coronas from his uncle as a birthday gift. We smoked one that night and I was hooked on how relaxed the whole experience made me. Maybe it was the falling leaves or the good conversation, but from that moment I was a cigar smoker.

Two year later and my coolidor is now filled with several boxes and hundreds of single cigars. Occasionally, during our monthly ACLU meet-up, we'll gather 'round our left-leaning propaganda pamphlets and fire a few up for the mis-guided Right while cursing God's name around a bloody pentagram. Good times.