At the risk of losing you as friends, I believe the problem is really quite simple. We arn't kids anymore and we don't see through kids eyes. When we were, we wore capes, put trading cards on our bikes for a motor and thought Buck Rogers was amazing. Now we work and moan about that, we issed because we can't legally buy cubans and we spend our time looking for that perfect stogie while spending a ton of money to find it (not that the search isn't worth the effort). Kids see through different eyes and pretending is part of the game.
And for one last remark, for a lady who dreamed this up in her head, her billions speak reams. Our approval wasn't needed. They said it all.
Now, will someone chat with me so I can begin to understand about cigars.
Ed