Coolidors are for pu$$ies.
Now that I've got your attention... let's pretend you are private eye, Mike Hammer, Tracer Bullet, Thomas Magnum, Rockford, whatever resonates. Let's say times are tight, clients are few and far between. You've got a beat up 20 count humi sitting on your desk next to the coffee ringed blotter. You buy one box at a time, fill it up, empty it, repeat, because that is the kind of guy you are. Samplers, fivers, coolidors, tupperdors, all of them are for pussies. The sticks in this humi get you through the day and are are shared with clients, friends, lovers, competitors, whoever walks through the door. The two times you've gotten your picture in the paper you had one between your teeth. You've changed guns. Twice. But never changed cigars. It's your trademark.
What's in your box?
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