Yes, don't anyone fool themselves about a cigar's content of nicotine. It's about the weight of a Boss Hippo. But as jhiggs said, you don't inhale cigars. Cigars, as has been said on another discussion a few pages back, only increase your chances of certain cancers by a small percentage, and you'd have to smoke two or three Churchill sized cigars a day to be in that increased risk group.
Jhiggs hit the nail on the head as far as what cigarettes are, and I think that too has been touched on in other threads. They are an abomination, and not a true tobacco product. They are a concoction of grade C- tobacco, combined with a couple hundred chemicals per cigarette out of a menu of a few thousand. They were created to produce a steady cash flow and lifetime employment for certain people, right down to the mail clerks in these tobacco companies. It is of course, the execs at the top who manufactured the industry and the companies who employ all the people.
"Big tobacco," a group which reputable cigar manufacturers are NOT part of, are indeed a bunch of money grabbing mofos. It is unfortunate that cigar smokers, the people who grow cigar tobacco, the manufacturers and everyone who works for THOSE companies even have to be included in this universally applied bad rap. I applaud all those fighting for us, and if Mr. Svenson will give us a place where we can send contributions to the people fighting the good fight, I'll get a small check out to them right away, and urge everyone else to do so.
It wouldn't hurt to drop $25 every once in a while on an advocacy group that might help keep those sticks coming straight to our doorsteps. I'll put that group on my list of charities that I send one or two small checks to every year.
The country's dead and almost buried, you can't send a bottle of booze to a friend through the mail anymore, if the government wants your house to put up a McDonal'ds or Dunkin' Donuts, they can just take it and give you 37 cents for it, and soon we might have to steal tobacco out of the fields in Connecticut and roll our own, shivering at night in the woods with state troopers looking for "tobaccy poachers."