It was a warm day on the ski slopes. I stopped for a tinkle and some water at a mid mountain lodge where I smelled the sweet alluring aroma of stogie. I followed the sent like Sylvestor the Cat to a pie on a windowsill but couldn't locate its origin. I gave up looking, but could not stop thinking about how great it would be to have a cigar on the deck but, alas, I left all mine at home- the thought haunted me for the rest of the day. When I stopped for gas on the way home I noticed a "humidor" containing several premiums next to the register. Some Punch, Cohiba, Macanudo (of course), H.Upp, and the Flor de Oliva. I wasn't about to break bank on cigars from a gas station so I opted for the lowest priced Flor Fina (3.50

but whatever, I wanted one). Since it was from a gas station I prefer to think of it as "Rescuing" the cigar as opposed to buying it. And I'm SOO glad I did. This thing was great.
The wrapper was dark and toothy and almost seamless. Pre-light aroma alluring. It lit easily and burned even from start to finish. The ash was more white than gray and the draw was PERFECT IMHO. It had a nice flavor that I've come to associate with good nicaraguan tobacco, and was very nicely complimented with a glass of barleywine ale. It wasn't bursting with flavor, strength, or complexity- but did have all these traits....just not bursting with them (does that make any sense?) It smoked for about an hour and fifteen minutes and when it came time for nubbing, I considered just popping it in my mouth and chewing it.
I am currently planning a mission to rescue the others. You are not forgotten boys!