I've received notice of a bomb falling on my address in Denton, Texas. Thankfully, I'm in California visiting my folks and am unhurt by this unforeseen blast. The poor guy who checks my mail in my absence found the package and opened it (with my permission, and yes, the guilt overwhelms me as I type this) only to have his mind literally blown out of his head by Herb's explosive generosity.
Since I'm not there I couldn't take pictures, but my friend (now scarred for life, thanks Herb) reports that the package contained an Oliva Serie G, a Punch, a Gran Habano and one other cigar whose name I can't remember at present time (he told me of the contents over the phone). My friend doesn't know cigar sizes so he couldn't give me much information in that regard, but he described them as "short." But that isn't even the best part. Herb also apparently sent me an actual humidor because he had read that I only have tupperdors. I can't accurately report on the size of the humidor, but to know that I now possess a real humidor at all is a tremendous feeling. The fact that it was his first humidor that he purchased (and subsequently outgrew) leaves me feeling even more honored.
So thank you, Herb. Your generosity is truly overwhelming, and you better keep a lookout for bombs over Gig Harbor as soon as I get back to my arsenal in Texas. You have been warned.
