Smoked: Romeo y Julieta Romeo Robusto

Me: “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?”

Romeo: “I’m right here – in your humidor, you idiot.”

I know, I know, I vowed to keep my cotton pickin’ fingers out of that humidor, but DOGGONE IT, I wanted a Romeo today – no two ways about it. Resting, smeshting. When one wants a particular cigar, one wants a particular cigar. Can you blame me?

With its bold Ecuadorian Habano wrapper, and its mellow Dominican Piloto binder encasing deliciously enticing Dominican Piloto and Olor leaves, how could I not resist? I mean, really.

Cheers!