Puff, daddy

I enjoy the occasional cigar, and by cigar I don’t mean one whose name begins with the words “Old Port” or “White Owl” – so when it came time to say farewell to one of my oldest friends, prior to moving from Ontario to B.C., we arranged to meet at one of our favourite haunts, Thomas Hinds Tobacconist in Toronto.

Thomas Hinds is probably the most famous cigar shop in Toronto, they boast a very large walk-in humidor, a selection of the very best cigars, and a very comfortable lounge in which to smoke them.

I arrived ahead of my friend, walked into the shop and upstairs, followed by one of the shopkeepers who would, as was customary, unlock the humidor so I could make my selection. Imagine my surprise however when I walked through what had been the smoking lounge and saw office furniture and cubicle dividers in place of the couches and wingback chairs that had always been there. “What happened to the lounge?” I inquired. “Government shut us down”. He obviously read my look of disbelief and added “end of an era”.

You can no longer smoke in a shop that caters only to smokers.

No one stumbles upon Thomas Hinds thinking it’s a restaurant, bar, library, grocery or convenience store. People – people who smoke cigars – are the only people who patronize Thomas Hinds. They know EXACTLY why they are there, and EXACTLY what to expect when they go there. They have no allusions about second-hand smoke, they are there to enjoy every last puff FIRST hand. They know it’s not healthy, they know the risks, but they choose to smoke cigars anyway. Choice is part of democracy, to get all grandiose on yer ass.

My friend had not yet arrived, so I chose a Romeo et Julietta (one of my favourites), paid and left.

I met my friend, we had dinner, and then I realized I’d left my cel phone in the shop. When I went back the clerk handed it over to me, and as we left I noticed the very distinct aroma of a freshly lit cigar wafting through the air.

So I breathed in as deeply as I could and left.