Sometimes, after doing so many tastings and answering so many good, bad and stupid questions from tourists, I blurt. Stuff just comes out, like a burst of hot steam from Old Faithful. Yesterday, a man was looking at our cigars. We sell Kauai Cigars. It was a wet, gloomy day, as has been the case most of the last three months, with emphasis on the wet. So he asked, "How do you keep them humid?" I couldn't help myself. I replied, "You're kidding, right? It's like 80-100 percent humidity here all the time." It sounded glib and maybe even a little condescending. I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it. His wife laughed. He did not. Instead, he looked at me like I'd just stepped on his toe. He cleared his throat.
"How do you keep them the proper 70 percent humidity?" he rephrased. Now he was the one condescending. I mumbled something about selling them so fast we don't have to worry about that, they're fresh and probably would benefit from a humidor if you weren't going to smoke them right away, people really seem to like them. Whatever.
Today, it's raining. I think it's also safe to say it's humid. This is air fern heaven. It's fern heaven, period.
I'm working extra days this week. That should make my feet scream and who knows what might come out of my mouth. Who even knows.
A hui hou. Aloha!,
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