Last Cohiba
After more than a year resting in my humidor, the last cigar finally had its moment. I’ve told the story before—how it lingered, waiting for the right occasion—but this time, the occasion was simple: I needed the space. So I unplugged the humidor, not with ceremony, but with quiet resolve. That final smoke wasn’t just about flavor or nostalgia; it was about closure. A small ritual to mark the end of a chapter, making room for whatever comes next.
This afternoon’s cigar came with a surprise bite—literally. While tossing the ball for the dog and enjoying my final smoke from the humidor, a bug decided to make its mark. I smacked it, no luck, so I brushed it off and carried on. The dog, soaked from a playful run through the sprinkler—one of the last before autumn fully settles in—was content to dry off out front after our walk and ball-chasing session. She’s well-behaved, even when wet, and I sat back, cigar finished, watching her bask in the fading warmth of the season. 🍂🐾
This year has been a mix of smoking and quitting. I was quit for two weeks before today, and I’ve only smoked 3-4 times throughout the year. Interestingly, I’ve been smoke-free longer this year than I’ve been smoking. My humidor also needs a break — it’s been off all day and needs to stay that way for now. It’s a journey for sure.
Yay Nigel 😀👍 C
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