Your favorite Cigar?

..when ever I smell pipe tobacco...esp borkum riff (cherry) or a decent cigar, I think of Dad....

dad was a banker after WWII and it was in a time you could smoke in the bank...the last place he served had really high ceiling but the walls only went up 10 foot...my dad never got upset and yelled at work but the staff said that they could gauge his mood by looking at how much smoke was coming over the wall...when he retired, they replaced him with 3 people...