I tried a new cigar today. Not new to the world, but certainly to me. I have to keep its name a secret because there’s a possibility that I’ll rep it. But what I found to be disturbing was at the very beginning of the smoke, I was swayed to put it out. It had a dull, no flavor lilt to it that really had me heading into the negative column. I was at a shop testing it out, so I thought I had the time to concentrate on it while I waited for the owner to show up. How much time was the question.
Luckily the guy was late. Really late So I did have adequate time to smoke it. And as I did it kept getting better and better and better. Great construction, fabulous flavor, delightful aroma. As I continued to enjoy the cigar, I was shocked, in retrospect, that I was so quick to judge. I often criticize one owner who lights up a new cigar and before the butane has left the foot he says whether or not he gives it a thumbs up or thumbs down. I roll my eyes when he does that (I do often wonder if he notices?) Why? Because to have an opinion about a cigar that fast is patently absurd. But here I was – doing the same dumb thing.
So I went through the meeting (still smoking the cigar) but after I left I held on to my quick reaction I had about the taste of the cigar. Could it be it was late in the day and I was just a bit tired of another cigar? Could it be I really had a bad one? Could it be I was becoming jaded? I don’t know, but I did know to keep smoking it. To give it a chance. Had I not, its future would have been sealed – at least as far as I was concerned.
So again, experience trumped emotion and I’m damn glad it did.