For as long as I can remember my grandfather has smoked cigars. Never cigarettes (at least not in my lifetime), only cigars. With a glass of red wine or beer and a cigar balanced between his fingers, he always looked like the most elegant man to me. Cigars smell like home, cigar boxes carry their scents better than anything else, and so these wooden sticker-loaded boxes have always held a very special space in my heart. This one is my favorite. Hunter green and yellow, a red logo and multiple labels. It´s clasp a tiny nail that does a surprisingly good job at keeping it securely closed. Inside this treasure…