I never thought something as vile and nauseous as the smell of cigar smoke could be associated with something so attractive as these brightly-colored illustrations of European-style villages on the packages of Tiparillo cigars from the early 1980s. There's this guy in our building who smokes mad cigars every couple of days and that stomach-turning stench seeps into our office. Whatever floats your boat dude. Maybe he's smoking circa-1980 Tiparillos?
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