The Padilla Twelve — A Box of Nights

You don’t buy cigars like these for idleness. You buy them to remind yourself that the night is still yours, that the world turns on the slow burn of good tobacco. Twelve cigars, lined like a squad on the table, each one a different face of Nicaragua, each rolled from Cuban seed and earth that still remembers the sun.

Two of each blend — because one is never enough:

• Before Night Falls — dark corojo, medium-plus body, the smoke of a man not afraid to stay up with his own thoughts.
• Italia Short Figurados — sculpted flames, bold and fast, an echo of steel and Sicilian dinners gone long past midnight.
• Corojo de Fuego Toros (6x54) — muscle and heat, fire on the draw, built for men who prefer their convictions unwatered.
• Padilla Salomons (7x57) — magnificent, operatic, cigars that demand your full attention, your full hour.
• Midnight in Paris Box-Press Toros — mysterious as a boulevard in the rain, smoke that lingers like perfume and regret.
• Lost Chapter Coronas — the pages you thought were gone, returned in smoke and silence, two stories rolled tight.

All twelve, not at some gilded price, but $49.95 for the lot — barely $4.16 each. A man would be foolish not to take it. You’re buying more than cigars here. You’re buying nights, memories, arguments, the aftertaste of victories large and small.