Marmaduke Wales puffed imperiously at his cigar. More than a
puff
or two at a cigar or sip or two of scotch made evething that
Mamaduke did imperious. He puffed
imperiously; he declaimed
imperiously; he rambled on and on imperiously; he said the word
'imperiously'
imperiously, especially when saying things like 'no,
I am not speaking imperiously.' But on this
particular evening, more
than anything else that he did imperiously, he puffed imperionsly. "People
believe," Marmadue said, "that the best cigars come from Cuba. But
they
could not be more mistaken. Let me put it this way: I use Cuban
cigars -- the very finest Cuban cigars -- just to light my cigars. You see,"
he continued, leaning
forward. "the best cigars available in the world are
the cigars from the Iriquios Catchment.
These cigars were rolled by the
ancestors of the ancestor so the Iriquios or Haudenosaunee, and stored
in caves that were -- as the Haudenosaunee knew, and as we have discoverd
-- the best humidors in human history.
These cigars lay untouched for ten
thousand years before they were unearthed in the 1920's in modern-day
Nicaraugua.
What few cigars remain from that astonishing trove were
transported to the Nat Sherman cigar
store in New York City. And if you know
the word to say -- even today -- one of those timeless
cigars can be yours. If,"
he said, with the most imperous puff of a particularly imperious
series of puffs,
"you know what to say, and to whom to say it."
