"SMOKIN"... SPA's CIGAR LABELS CHALLENGE...

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout, 

For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out. 

 We quarreled about Havanas 

 we fought o'er a good cheroot, 

And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute. 

 Open the old cigar-box 

 let me consider a space; 

In the soft blue veil of the vapor musing on Maggie's face. 

 Maggie is pretty to look at 

 Maggie's a loving lass, 

But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, 

the truest of loves must pass. 

 There's peace in a Larranaga, 

there's calm in a Henry Clay; 

But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away 

 Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown 

 But I could not throw away Maggie 

for fear o' the talk o' the town!

~

Rudyard Kipling