Damn, Tabs: sounds like you've been smoking CRACK.
Anyway, I was in Canada about three years ago, and considered bringing in some Cubans for my dear old pop. "Yeah, right!" said Mr. Immigration man.
I'd smoke 'em if I had the time, but I barely have enough minutes to get in a friggin' Camel unfiltered.
The one time I sort of got into it was with an old friend who liked to go to yuppie cigar bars in Beverly Hills where a guy has his own humidor. It was sort of cool, smoking, getting a port buzz, etc. Then I realized there was nothing but men in there watching other men smoke their cigars.
So...
I never went back...