Journey to the end of the slope, a pictoral essay

So about 5 or so years ago I realized that buying as I smoked meant I didn't always have cigars around when I wanted them so after much looking and pondering I got my first humidor. It was a nice little desktop that would hold around 100 cigars (who the hell has 100 cigars but it was a nice size and seemed easy to take care of) so this was the the start of my journey down the slope.



Fast forward a couple of year and when trying to learn more about non cuban cigars ( I started as primarily a cuban cigar smoker) I stumbled on this forum where a few of my questions could be answered. The little box was no longer big enough, but alas I had a solution. I found a deal on not one but two wine fridges (holy crap room for many many boxes surely I am done) So in came the solutions, I set them up and was happily on my way to buying a "few" boxes.




No as we journey through the last two years a sale here a box that needs to be had there a few trades and hmmmm the Solutions are getting full. I need a temporary solution to the excess while I sort things out, after all 2 fridges must be enough right. Excess is only for the weak of spirit and those that lack self control. Yup, enter the excess a couple of bins for boxes and a smaller bin for miscellaneous singles.




With storage finally under controll I was no longer concerned after all with all this room what could possibly go wrong, so an extra stick or two here or there wont fill things up will they. Little did I know that my willpower was inversly proportionate to my storage and I went from the excess to the Extreme. I was officially now obsessed (ok maybe it was sooner than this) I had now moved from nice organized bins to an old cooler and yes the Ziplocador. Something had to be done but what.