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A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the weirdest customer I ever met—Moondog, a tall weird looking Viking that used to light his cigars with the cellophane still on. So, I thought this week I’d switch to the smartest guy I ever met… and I’ve met an incredible number …

Today was a really interesting day out here on the porch with our geriatric cigar group. In fact it got kinda testy when we got on the subject of interesting people we had met during our careers. You gotta understand that besides me, someone who just grew up behind the …

There are mornings that move quickly—and then there are mornings that settle into you. This one belonged to the latter. Fresh off a focused meeting at the bakery, I stepped into my office carrying the quiet momentum of the day. The air was still alive with the aroma of freshly …

There are moments in life that don’t just pass—they settle into you. This evening, in the quiet sanctuary of my mancave, became one of those moments. The lights are dim, casting a warm amber glow across the room. I’m sunk deep into my leather recliner, wrapped in comfort, while the …

There’s something almost meditative about a clean garage under bright lights—the kind that reveal every curve, every reflection, every imperfection. My Porsche Boxster sat before me, freshly detailed, its paintwork gleaming like liquid glass under the overhead LEDs. The scent of polish still lingered faintly in the air, mixing in …

There are moments in life when something as routine as checking the mail quietly stirs something deeper. That Tuesday at noon in South Florida was one of them. I walked in from the mailbox, the sun already commanding the day, and sat down in my home office. Among the usual …

Well, if I’m going to write something for this blog every week… okay, maybe it won’t be every week because I’m just not good at doing anything EVERY week. So maybe before you keep reading this weekly thing I should acquaint you with some of the odd things I can …

There’s something about a South Florida sunset that demands a proper companion—something bold, refined, and unapologetically rich. As the golden light danced across the still surface of my backyard pond, framed by gently swaying palm trees, I settled into my chair poolside with a freshly brewed Italian espresso in hand. …

Here at the Home For Retired Cigar Czars (that’s us people who sold our businesses before the government got really crazy trying to destroy the cigar industry) most of the guys just sit around all day smoking cigars and looking at pictures of naked women on the internet! What the …

I’m not exactly sure what Abe wants me to do other than just write some stuff about the cigar business and what it was like before everyone started making up all this bullshit about how their grandfathers worked in the Cuban cigar factories before the embargo. And how every new …