I used to be a twice-a-week cigar smoker during the last cigar boom of 1995–2004. (I stopped because new cigar manufacturers jumped into the market, flooding it with lower quality cigars. Even the established cigar manufacturers—including those in Cuba—were rushing cigars of lower quality out into the market.) A pleasant perk of the finer cigar stores that I patronized here in Nazi York City was the espresso/cappuccino/coffee machine that customers could use for free while they enjoyed their cigars in the store’s smoking lounge. After almost nine years, I decided to give cigars a try again. I noticed that the … Continue reading ‘They Hate Us for Our Freedom’