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It’s Super Bowl Sunday, the national holiday where chicken wings disappear faster than federal budget restraint. I’m outside the house, tonight’s companion: the Esteban Carrera Chupa Cabre

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Tonight, I’ll be heading to a favored local tobacconist in Myrtle Beach for an Esteban Carreras Cigar Event.

Three to eight PM, Brand reps., Deals and Special releases.

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The beginning of February and it is a freak snowfall and freezing temperatures across the south. I am smoking a humidor filler, the Throwouts No. 49 Sweet and drinking a cup of hot cocoa.

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I’ve got the Punch Classico lit, and let’s pause right there, because the name alone feels appropriate. “Classico” suggests tradition, structure, a cigar that knows what it is and isn’t trying to reinvent itself with kombucha fermentation or influencer hype. Tonight’s episode of Liberty on Nicotine comes to you from the outer perimeter of civilization—or at least the parking lot of a very loud biker bar in Pawleys Island.

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Tripp describes his experience with the Sancho Panza Extra Fuerte cigar while raking leaves on a mild winter day, drinking Sweet Iced Tea. His trusty little Tribble bounces about the yard as he rakes and muses.

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Tonight’s episode of Liberty on Nicotine features the Obsidian by Pinar del Rio—a cigar that looks like it should come with a villain monologue and a non-disclosure agreement. Dark, brooding, unapologetic. A cigar that doesn’t ask permission and definitely doesn’t fill out a form in triplicate.

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Today’s companion is the Micallef Herencia, and there’s something poetically appropriate about smoking a cigar named “heritage” while standing on a January beach, wrapped in too many layers, questioning my life choices but refusing to regret them.

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Tonight’s cigar is the Rocky Patel Vintage 1999 Connecticut—which already sounds like it should come with a leather-bound certificate and a smug nod of approval from a man wearing loafers without socks. This cigar is often described as mild, refined, creamy, elegant. In other words, the opposite of how I’m currently dressed while blocking a side door that technically says “Emergency Exit Only”.

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