I had a visit with an old flame last night. The Camacho Diploma. I hadn't smoked one of these since last summer, so after a huge meal of venison stir-fry, I carried a bottle of port and my tourch outside to begin the love-hate relationship with this infamous sun-grown. As usual, the burn wasn't that great, no re-lights, just some corrections. I ended up drinking 3/4 a bottle of port with this cigar. That is one thing I need to learn to control. Port is like Kool-aid to me. I can never sit down and have one glass. It always ends up empty! Oh well.........