I have discovered that I suffer from Sedentary Cigar Syndrome (SCS). A very common, yet devastating disease among cigar smokers that causes a cigar smoker to stick to one brand or is reluctant to try a new one. Sadly, most cigar smokers carry this gene whether they know it or not. SCS is solely hereditary. It just needs to be activated. To wit:
A gene is “a distinct sequence of nucleotides forming part of a chromosome, the order of which determines the order of monomers in a polypeptide or nucleic acid molecule which a cell (or virus) may synthesize.” I’m guessing it’s boredom.
In less technical terms, the gene is “a unit of heredity that is transferred from a parent to offspring and is held to determine some characteristic of the offspring.”
In biological terms, (our interest here), the gene is a sequence of DNA or RNA that codes for a molecule that has a function. During gene expression, the DNA is first copied into RNA. The RNA can be directly functional or be the intermediate template for a protein that performs a function.” (Wiki)
Now, you wouldn’t think that a cigar broker would be under such a genetic misfortune if you will – an unpredictable gene pool, considering all the brands he must try. Unfortunately, I have it and it has been sending its sinister signals as it should. It’s formed that way. I can feel it’s biological tendrils slithering past logic.
I found out that I had been damned by this insidious gene by a complete episode of ignorance. However painful this may be for me, this is my story:
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I rep for a variety of cigar brands, among them is “Nat Cicco.” A company that has been around since 1965. Its catchphrase is “Bringing you the finest cigars for over 50 years now!” I ignored the phrase as so many others do today. I mention Nat Cicco to shop owners and you would think I was speaking in Klingon, “naDev yIbej Dun ghom cigars pong nat cicco vIghaj.” (Or, “Hi, I have a great group of cigars by Nat Cicco.”)
The latter company’s first brand was “The Rejects . . . It was the original cigar brand to establish the image of bargain-priced, machine-bunched and hand-rolled medium-filler cigars on the ‘factory rejects’ theme. It was exclusively made for the former National Cigar Company hence the ‘Nat Cicco’ acronym . . . .” (catalog).
But over time the company changed hands and began to promote premium cigars, such as Casino Real, Anniversario 1965, and HHB. I began to rep the latter lines and am doing well with them. But I was concentrating on the 1965 and I felt the need for a change. So I figured, how ‘bout the HHB?
Now I haven’t smoked an HHB, Connecticut or Habano, in some time. But I figured I had better reintroduce myself to the blend if I’m going to show it. So I lit up the gold-banded blend or Habano. I nearly did a classic Jimmy Finlayson double take. (Jimmy was a silent screen star who could make the dead sit up and laugh. If you’re curious about what I’m talking about, click the link that I have below.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dTHaMOz4ws.)
But I digress, When I drew in the smoke it was a sip of heavenly clouds. It was an experience completely saturated with satisfying and exotic aromas, a cavalcade of flavors, the perfect draw and burn. And the ash? The ash was worthy of being called a miniature mystical artisinal strip mining discovery. How can an industry be art? (See Dalí, Koons, and Takashi Murakami. But I digress.)
What had I been thinking? Was I even thinking? Ah, no.
I’ll tell you I had been fixated with all the other brands I represent. I was looking totally at only one side of the coin. I was banking on the sure thing and not the next cigar that might be able to journey to the stratosphere of cigar supremacy.
I mean to tell you, this HHB, either the Habano or Connecticut, are two of the greatest cigars I offer. My view was myopic and I was missing out on the sheer pleasure that I thought I had found with the few other brands that had loaded and locked my attention. Bad mistake. Why? Because SCS had been activated and was coursing through my system at such a rapid and steady rate that I was unable to distinguish top-rated cigars from my other top-rated cigars. A nightmare.
I will admit, my thoughts began to seethe with emotional angst and heated anger. How could I have been so utterly stupid to allow such an affliction (albeit unknown at the time) to scuttle not only my palate but my intellect as well? Known or unknown. I was duped.
So, I have made up my mind to understand that SCS is real. It was the “virus” of boredom that gave this gene life! Yes, once you open the cell doors, they do not close. And it doesn’t have to be negative. For me, it was the most glorious gene to grow and blossom. So all I can say now is ****, *****, *******, and ******* you have some serious competition.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2zurZig4L8