Horror Stories: A Tale of Two Smokes

11-08-2010, 03:25 PM

A Tale of Two Smokes: Why you should never smoke two full-bodied cigars before breakfast.

There was a warm stillness in the fall air as I opened my window Sunday morning. The trees were displaying their vibrant hues of lavender, coquelicot, gold, and ochre. "What a wonderful morning for a smoke or two," I think to myself as I gently crack the lid of my humidor. I had never smoked two cigars in a sitting, but I deserved it. After all, I only had one last week because of a hectic schedule - surely I could start this week with two. A pungent duo of cedar and moist tobacco fills the room as I contemplate which two smokes will accompany me on my journey to the patio. After a brief moment of indecision, I carefully pull out a Padrón and Opus X before making my way outside...

As I lit the dark, oil-filled, toothy wrapper of the Padrón and reclined in my chair I methodically sifted through the schedule for the day in my mind. Every puff filled my palate with the sweet complexity of the maduro. My fingers became warm from the nub of the Padrón as I set it in the ashtray and lit the Opus. The flavors of the new cigar were much different, but pleasing in their own way...

As I stood up from my recliner after finishing the cigars I took a step forward and paused. "This is odd," I thought. With a cautious gait I walked back into the house. By the time I closed the door I noticed that a few beads of sweat were forming near my hairline. My clumsy, tingling fingers flipped on the bathroom light to reveal a pale reflection in the mirror...

Long story short I spent a good portion of the morning laying down with a bucket in easy reach. I won't be doing that ever again. Feel free to post your own personal cigar horror stories.

11-08-2010, 03:25 PM	#1
Nathan King Guest Posts: n/a	Horror Stories: A Tale of Two Smokes A Tale of Two Smokes: Why you should never smoke two full-bodied cigars before breakfast. There was a warm stillness in the fall air as I opened my window Sunday morning. The trees were displaying their vibrant hues of lavender, coquelicot, gold, and ochre. "What a wonderful morning for a smoke or two," I think to myself as I gently crack the lid of my humidor. I had never smoked two cigars in a sitting, but I deserved it. After all, I only had one last week because of a hectic schedule - surely I could start this week with two. A pungent duo of cedar and moist tobacco fills the room as I contemplate which two smokes will accompany me on my journey to the patio. After a brief moment of indecision, I carefully pull out a Padrón and Opus X before making my way outside... As I lit the dark, oil-filled, toothy wrapper of the Padrón and reclined in my chair I methodically sifted through the schedule for the day in my mind. Every puff filled my palate with the sweet complexity of the maduro. My fingers became warm from the nub of the Padrón as I set it in the ashtray and lit the Opus. The flavors of the new cigar were much different, but pleasing in their own way... As I stood up from my recliner after finishing the cigars I took a step forward and paused. "This is odd," I thought. With a cautious gait I walked back into the house. By the time I closed the door I noticed that a few beads of sweat were forming near my hairline. My clumsy, tingling fingers flipped on the bathroom light to reveal a pale reflection in the mirror... Long story short I spent a good portion of the morning laying down with a bucket in easy reach. I won't be doing that ever again. Feel free to post your own personal cigar horror stories.