One of my favorite things about cigars is after you've smoked them. For the rest of the evening you have that pleasant musk of cigar hanging around on your clothes and hair and its a nice reminder of the cigar you enjoyed earlier (it also reminds me of my grandfather who all but chain smoked Romeo y Julieta's and it kind of takes me back to my childhood).

Not so with these. I've changed my shirt and am considering taking a shower because that "pleasant musk" is now making me feel a little ill.