Coolidors are for pu$$ies.

[Porch Dweller]

Well, let's see. I'm a private dick so I'm not rolling in dough. But I want a cigar that's got enough class so that when the marks come in the door they don't think "why is this guy smoking cat fur rolled in dried llama dung." But not so good that I mind if it gets squashed when I'm pistol-whipping the location of the contessa's emerald necklace out of the two-bit wannabe jewel thief that lifted it from her cabana after the cotillion. I'd go with an AF Hemingway.