The day before my sister-in-law's wedding I was hanging out with the groom to be and his friends. I was smoking a Padron 64, and one of the guys came up to me and asked what I was smoking. I told him, and he said, "I liked those when I first started getting into cigars, but I only smoke Cubans now. Anything else just feels like a waste of my time. I brought some for everybody. We'll light them up tonight."
While I thought the guy was a jerk, I was really looking forward to smoking a Cuban (I had only had a couple at this point).
As the night grew on, the guy pulls out his sacred stash - a handful of cigarette sized Jose Piedras - and says, "Can you believe I got these for a dollar a piece in Spain?"