Sunday, September 07, 2008


[photo by Ellen Karns]


Of Zen and the Art of Humidor Maintenance...

I've taken to smoking cigars. Well, that may conjure the wrong image. Better said, I've taken to the hobby of cigars, which includes some smoking. Mostly, it includes reading about cigars, learning about cigars, shopping for cigars, setting up one's humidor to season cigars, and, after smoking, reviewing and journaling cigars.

I guess it's a little like Carson Palmer saying, "I've taken to playing football on Sunday afternoons."

So, what makes it all worth it? Of all things, why cigars? Certainly, I could have found a hobby that's cheaper, less smelly, more socially acceptable, and generally doesn't make you die...

I've been wondering this same thing. Why, of all the things i could spend my ever-dwindling free time on, would I choose this archaic throwback to the days when we didn't know any better?

...I think it's because it's meditative, and that makes it fun.

When you spark a cigar, even a smaller Corona or a stubby Robusto, you're committing to 30+ minutes of doing nothing else. You are engaging in a fully immersive self-indulgent activity. The thing is rich, and deep, and attention-keeping...and, perhaps more importantly, it's pungent and smelly and the smoke spreads everywhere...meaning you can't very well do it inside, and you can't really do it while you're doing anything practical. When you have a cigar in your hand, it becomes what you're doing for that half-an-hour, and I love that.

I've also discovered that cigars are inherently social, as long as those you're being social with like the smell of cigars. For some reason, in a way more powerful than beer or vodka or appetizers or cigarettes or dance music, when you light a cigar with someone, you're bound to talk about things. Usually, things that matter to you.

I like my new hobby. It's simultaneously profound and generally useless. It's meaningful, and its purposeless. It's masculine and timeless, and hopelessly stereotypical and outdated. It's instantly social, and turns people off immediately. It's delicious and tasty, and it smells like rotten campfire the next day.

Mostly, it's relaxing. So let me know if you'd like to join me for a cigar sometime...I'd like that.

Cheers,
Justin

7 comments:

Keith W said...

this post caused me to go to my humidor and look at my cigars (which I have neglected for 1.5 years or so.... they are not in the best of shape as I havn't added water to the system....

but now because of you, I'm going to re-uped and restock. Any recoes?

Justin said...

Keith,

Here are three faves:
1. Romeo y Julieta Reserva Real (any size that fits you; I like the Toro) - light, very woody, at its best about 3/4 way through the cigar

2. 601 X - Just found these. Again, a mellow smoke, but with a lot of peat and vanilla; kinda autumny

3. CAO Gold - Simple, clean, and a wee bit vegetably. Great on a still-warm late-summer night.

These should each run $3 - $5 per stick. OR...you could just come to your ol' friend's house in Cincy, and I'll provide you with a plethora of choices.

:)

Cheers,
Justin

Ellen Karns said...

Glad you're getting into it. It sounds like the perfect hobby for you... it is so Edgar Allen Poe meets Columbo - in a good way :)

Hey there - Throw in a few juicy lucies for when Ev and I are in town next. :) I particularly like the 2001. And make sure the born on date isn't sometime in January 07. Oh wait, I'm not a connoisseur of anything - just like those tasty girly cigars.

Anonymous said...

I have often pondered pipe smoking. I listen to a lot of blues music (older jonny lang and of course stevie ray top the list) and often think to myself; "I need one of two things, beer, or a pipe."
This is on my list along with other inherently manly, yet outdated activities like shaving with a straight blade and fishing that seem to be on their way out of our culture. If you think about it, all these activities make you stop for a time and relax.
I think we have lost something.

RA Cook said...

Dude,
I can't believe you didn't comment on my "humor" pun on your last post. I've checked like twice a week since August 6th waiting for some throwback comment to Klefas 94 but to no avail.

Justin said...

Ryan,

I am ashamed. My biles are awash with despair, as I missed this golden thread, like the blind Theoclymenus, I stand outside Stella's window begging for forgiveness.

Let this be my broken pickle dish.

-Justin

RA Cook said...

Nice.
Just press on toward the verdant green light...we've got to stop this.
Come meet my baby.