Obsessions, More Lovers and Demons


“The cigar is something that commands respect. It is made for all the senses and all the pleasures; for the nose,the palate,the fingers, the eyes… a good cigar contains promise of a totally pleasurable experience” – Zino  Davidoff

*Dirty Bipolar or other symptom I am blessed to endure. #2 Obsessions and follow on to #1

Cigars are like people there are no two alike. No matter your mood, there is a cigar that will fit it, satisfy a craving. The varieties are endless and ever changing; thin, tiny to wide, thick. Sometime the obsession of holding the various shapes, body, lengths provides some insight into the person’s mood. Size matters greatly, Freud said that “sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” But I do have my preferences. Cigars generate camaraderie, conversation, and community. But like people, cigars can be very delicate and requires lots of love and attention. My humidor has become a complete obsession. Sometime when neglected a extraordinary cigar will dry, peel, and burn poorly. Just like people, they come in every shape, size, color, and personalities all requiring just as much work. They deserve my obsession.

In the opening quote, a good cigar for me with scotch is a completely pleasurable experience. Finding the perfect cigar to go with my whiskey is an obsession. I can’t possibly smoke them all to find my perfect combination. Much like a perfect marriage. There is no perfect combination.

The sense of smelling various cigars is a pleasure for the nose. The complexity of the smells when surrounded with different cigars excite my senses. It’s like cologne or perfume as you pass someone, instantly you want to stop them and ask, “what are you wearing?” I like the temptation of so many complex choices surrounding me. The smell of certain cigars, can instantly force memories that were long forgotten.

The palate of course require my scotch. The pair are like perfectly entwined lovers. The oaky favors, the full body smoke from the draw, and occasional sight taste of peat from the scotch. I am satisfied.

Cigars require to be touched, appreciated, smelled before even cutting or being smoked.
The way you hold the cigar demands your attention. Your fingers have to be engaged. The feel of the wrapper can become an obsession. You want it in your hand, even if it’s unlit.

And to the eyes, each one is different. I am constantly looking for the most beautiful, knowing that my favorite isn’t the most desirable. I’m drawn to the beautiful ones, but my favorites are the ordinary. They are smooth, with slight hints of coffee, aged, and complex. They require nothing more than my care. Rarely, do a venture to the bold flavored cigars for fear of obsession.

So I find myself not addicted, but obsessed. It’s only an occasional vice. Sometimes I can’t control my obsessions. But, now I choose my obsessions very carefully.



“Show me a man without vice and I’ll show you a man without virtue.” – Abraham Lincoln

8 thoughts on “Obsessions, More Lovers and Demons

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  1. Reblogged this on Mrs. Mulvihill and commented:
    A “female” cigar enthusiasts myself. I loved this blog post coming from a women’s prospective, so much I wanted to share. (heck, a little envious I didn’t write it myself). It is true like a good fine woman, “Cigars require to be touched, appreciated, smelled!” “The cigar is something that commands respect. It is made for all the senses and all the pleasures; for the nose,the palate,the fingers, the eyes… a good cigar contains promise of a totally pleasurable experience”

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  2. I have never smoked, but the search for perfection within vice, to me, is an important one. If something is going to kill you it might as well kill you with the biggest smile you muster across you face.

    Every good drink tells a story; of nights sitting in a cracked leather chair listening to the vinyl croons of Sinatra, or sitting solemnly on a beach the salt of the ocean stinging your eyes as the night chill wraps itself around you, or, in the case of bad drinks, diving to the bottom of a loch and licking moss from a petrified stone.

    This was good. Definitely worth the wait.

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  4. i can’t smoke anymore even if i wanted to…well sometimes i wish i could just have one puff of a Djarum black….i digress…i never liked cigars. i like the smell. same with a pipe. one year i found my husband a nice pipe and got him what the smoke shop guy said was good tobacco. i liked the smell of that as well. it was one of his aspie phases and now i can’t have smoke around me anyway. one of the times i had a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend i enjoyed her cigar smoke. i love her still. she is the picture of femininity in appearance i mean wow. then she says certain things and you are like damn, no wonder her husband would never hit her despite her tiny size. she would fuck him up. he’s afraid of her and with good reason.
    i swear i had something relevant to….oh yeah…love that Abraham Lincoln quote. perfection. i’ll just be over here with my high shelf booze.

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