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I was trying to get to sleep. It took one and a half bottles of wine and some Amitriptyline (doesn't work by itself) to get the job done. Some good responses guys. Do you think smoking anywhere outside (even in your own backyard) will soon be outlawed?

Gosh darn it! This bottle and a half of Paul Mas Cabernet Sauvignon has gotten me thinking: how long have we got left? That is to say: How long have us (mostly) innocent cigar consumers have left of legal, easily available tobacco? I am 23... and I speculate that by the time I am 50 years...

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Can you really find the required astonishment any more? I certainly cannot.

Tabulate your monger. You will be well-flayed for the effort!

Uneasy Rider by The Charlie Daniels Band. Yes, I am going there.

Yes, true. I was born with genes that caused: Type one Diabetes Restrictive Cardiomyopathy Asthma Arthritis in my right hip I am 23 years old. Still, I am happy, enjoy cigars and live my life how I want. Oh... no! Cigars must have gone back in time and given me my current health...

That was clearly the six million dollar man showing off.

Oh my yes, such a large duty on tobacco down here. $318 a kg. That was another very welcome thing to have this parcel slip through customs, thus making the surprise all the better. I don't concern myself too much over having to pay the exorbitant fees though, because a) There is nothing I can...

It is Easter 2012 here at the moment, and some of your cigars smell like boutique chocolates. All is relative when you are touched by insanity. One of these days Alice, straight to the moon! Or, more relevant: One of these days Dave, I'll join in a pass! Still, you are generous and should...

Your dashingly coloured toupee twists my right boot into a state of ennui with the fetor and dexterity of many lemon meringue-coated conquistadors.

Oh, and for whomever is wondering: Yes, I do shave with a straight razor and yes, I do answer the door whilst shaving with said straight razor. It is considered rude not to answer the door without a finely honed and stropped blade held against your face, or without a face covered in Mitchell's...

Woke up today to the gentle tap of an apathetic postal worker. Muttering about how said gentle tap could have possibly waken me up, only going to sleep but two hours before this moment. The door creaks in that familiar, softly annoying manner and I look around for that damn postman. Gone...

Sucker born every minute.

I once smoked a Saskatchewan. Delightful.

Wow... sometimes I am glad I live all the way down in Australia. Makes it hard to participate in the Pass element in the Cigar Pass experience, and I am not sure I would like to get submerged in that murky mire.

Vulcan's Forge ;)

Man, I hope this doesn't get ridiculous fast, as these things can tend to do. Better get a bigger humidor.

I'm sure after the judge asking: 'Why did you renew your lease?' The whole case will be chucked out the window with a chorus of derisive laughter.

Guinness is still best from the taps though, I reckon.