I am on my front porch enjoying a Cuban Romeo y Julieta while watching a monstrous thunderstorm. The sky is lit as though it were day when a bolt of lightning flashes. Ozone and fresh rainwater waft under my nostrils between puffs of smoke. As I enjoy this free entertainment (provided by God) I am also blown away that this is the best draw I have ever gotten out of a Cuban cigar. The draw is uncharacteristically effortless. I am surprised and reminded that Cuban cigars, despite an incredible and unpredicted increase in quality over the past two or three years, are incredibly inconsistent. They are as surprising as the weather and just as wondrous. Just a thought.