jlmarta:When my brother and I used to go to the auto auctions frequently, there was one of the car dealers there who had the habit of sticking a Churchill of some sort all the way back between his cheek and his teeth but he never lit it. By the end of the day it was about as long as half of a robusto. Don't know whether he ate it, bit off the soggy part, or what - but he sure didn't smoke it. And smoking was allowed where we were.Yucchh!
The Sniper:Good opportunity for a Sniper story....
Ive got a cigar buddy named Gary. Gary was a machine gunner in Vietnam, and his squad leader started a tradition of giving everyone in the squad a cigar right before they had to go on patrol or a mission. Of course, you cant fire it up while you're out there - cigar smoke smells like NOTHING in a jungle, and can be smelled at an amazing distance, painting a bullseye on you and everyone around you. So they would just chew on the cigars while they were out, and every time they got back to their base they would spark up their sticks to celebrate still being alive.
To this day, Gary will hold a cigar in his mouth and chew on it for an hour or two before he lights it up and smokes it. Great dude, and Im proud to share his great story.