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Fun(y) facts: Three Types of People Who Smoke Cigars
(and all of them think they’re the first one)
- He doesn’t smoke a cigar — he talks to it.
He doesn’t light it; he introduces it into the conversation.
He knows the origin, the leaves, the fermentation, the vintage, the humidors, and why a cigar should never be lit with a gas-station lighter.
He doesn’t smoke to be seen, but to disappear for an hour.
He smokes slowly, almost meditatively, and if he says the cigar is good — believe him.
If he says nothing, believe him even more.
- The Cigar Poser
Here, the cigar is a prop.
Part of the outfit. A macho watch, a falashy car, a monogrammed shirt, a terrace, and an Instagram frame.
The cigar is an extension of the ego — a styling detail and proof that he “knows how to live.”
He often chooses the thickest, most expensive, and most photogenic cigar.
What matters is that it’s a recognizable brand — and that people see him smoking it.
No, he’s not necessarily a bad guy — the cigar is simply more of a statement than a ritual.
He smokes fast, holds it awkwardly, and treats the ashtray as a suggestion.
But hey, every culture needs its ambassadors out in the field.
- “I’ve Had a Few and I Want a Cigar”
He’s honest.
No philosophy. No terroir.
There’s a night, there’s alcohol, and there’s that moment when a decision is made.
Cigars become both victims and allies.
Ash falls everywhere, the cigar goes out on its own — but the memory remains.
So where is the truth?
Most of us have been all three.
Many of us — in the same evening!
But let’s move on to the overlaps.
True Aficionado + Cigar Poser = Cigar Snob
Not necessarily a villain! After all, that’s the name of one of the world’s most luxurious cigar & lifestyle magazines. He knows more than he needs to — and shows it more than anyone asked for.
He often makes it very clear that you’re smoking your cigar the wrong way.
His cigar is perfect.
Yours is an “educational mistake.”
Knowledge + ego.
Quite possibly the most exhausting combination in a cigar lounge.
Cigar Poser + I’ve Had a Few and I Want a Cigar = Party Smoker
The cigar is basically an extension of the night.
No rules — but plenty of photos.
The ashtray is full. Instagram even fuller.
True Aficionado + I’ve Had a Few and I Want a Cigar = Fallen Purist
He knows he shouldn’t.
He knows this is the wrong cigar.
But the night is strong, and the conscience is weak.
Tomorrow, he’ll apologize to himself.
And the overlap of all three circles?
That’s where the truth is.
That’s simply The Man of the Cigar.
The one who knows.
The one who sometimes shows off.
And the one who has, at least once, said:
“Ah, what does it matter — bring me a cigar.”
A cigar is not a pose.
A cigar is not proof.
And it is not a religion.
A cigar is pleasure.
El Macondo Cigars
For those who understand.
And for those who are still learning.
