Hi my name is Mark and I'm a, Cigar-A-Holic!
It all started one day about ten years ago.. When my roommate introduced me to cigars.. I went online wanting to learn more on the subject... Then came a cheap, gifted 50 count humidor from a fellow BOTL online.. Then I bought another 50 count to keep it company. This lead me to buying a 150 count Lissador in Walnut, that a fellow BOTL was selling from his collection.. (Friend moved up to a haer wine fridge. Had two other nicer Lissadors in the collection. Me buying this one paid for the wine fridge.)
This lasted for awhile and then for some reason, I dropped out of the hobby. Over time I smoked all the good HTF sticks that I had in the three boxes. I put the boxes on the top shelf in the closet and forgot about them for a couple of years. (Looking back at some of the stick's that went up in smoke makes me cry. I kept getting told back then.. "There meant to be smoked not worshipped." (For myself I was just to fresh in the hobby to know what I had been gifted.)
And so starts the second chapter of this sordid tale!
About 18 months ago, I looked at these boxes sitting empty in the closet for a couple of years.
I decided I would go back and gift them to a worthy newbie online. As I had been gifted long ago myself....
Thinking I would sell the Lissador, (as it's just to expensive to gift away like that..) I would prime the pump by coming back online and gift the two cheaper ones to a worthy newbie... So much for that idea!
I never left!
I gifted one of the cheaper boxes away and soon needed to store some of the sticks I now had coming in.
Wasn't I supposed to be out of the hobby??
I now have one cheaper 50 count box. I still have the Lissador and have added a 150Qt coolerdoor to the growing collection...
What is the moral of this story you may ask!
This is a true sickness and an addiction like no other. May God have mercy on your sole!
Sole= Soul.. sorry bout that.. What happens when you get all verbouse at three thirty, four in the morning... :whistling:
It all started one day about ten years ago.. When my roommate introduced me to cigars.. I went online wanting to learn more on the subject... Then came a cheap, gifted 50 count humidor from a fellow BOTL online.. Then I bought another 50 count to keep it company. This lead me to buying a 150 count Lissador in Walnut, that a fellow BOTL was selling from his collection.. (Friend moved up to a haer wine fridge. Had two other nicer Lissadors in the collection. Me buying this one paid for the wine fridge.)
This lasted for awhile and then for some reason, I dropped out of the hobby. Over time I smoked all the good HTF sticks that I had in the three boxes. I put the boxes on the top shelf in the closet and forgot about them for a couple of years. (Looking back at some of the stick's that went up in smoke makes me cry. I kept getting told back then.. "There meant to be smoked not worshipped." (For myself I was just to fresh in the hobby to know what I had been gifted.)
And so starts the second chapter of this sordid tale!
About 18 months ago, I looked at these boxes sitting empty in the closet for a couple of years.
I decided I would go back and gift them to a worthy newbie online. As I had been gifted long ago myself....
Thinking I would sell the Lissador, (as it's just to expensive to gift away like that..) I would prime the pump by coming back online and gift the two cheaper ones to a worthy newbie... So much for that idea!
I never left!
I gifted one of the cheaper boxes away and soon needed to store some of the sticks I now had coming in.
Wasn't I supposed to be out of the hobby??
I now have one cheaper 50 count box. I still have the Lissador and have added a 150Qt coolerdoor to the growing collection...
What is the moral of this story you may ask!
This is a true sickness and an addiction like no other. May God have mercy on your sole!
Sole= Soul.. sorry bout that.. What happens when you get all verbouse at three thirty, four in the morning... :whistling:
