I used to think that cigars were only for the poor. When I was little, there was this man on his bicycle who used to come to our house to collect money from my dad. He’s the ‘middle man’ who helped my dad buy ‘numbers’ (something like Jackpot). He was always puffing cigars and I hated how he smelled. I only found out how expensive cigars were when I worked for my previous boss. He had expensive taste and only bought Davidoff cigars and other branded cigars. He even had a special box with dehumidifier and moisturizer to store his cigars!