Saw this message board and wanted to share some of my experiences with my ex, for other folks who, now like me, find a lady enjoying a fine cigar to be powerfully alluring! When we got married neither of us smoked or used tobacco, but the last 10 years of our 16 year union (I'm not sure exactly when she started), she became a huge cigar and pipe fanactic (she even dips Skoal...) While the last couple of years I was suspect of her always seeming to smell "of the boys at work" when she finally got home on a Friday evening, the way I finally found out was shocking to say the least! The divorce had only been filed a couple of weeks earlier, and she asked me to go with her to drive the kids to her mother's house where they were going to stay for a week while we worked things out, and I agreed. I drove all the way there and after we dropped off the kids she said she wanted to drive. I said alright and pulled into a Starbucks for some coffee for the long ride home (about 4 hours...). I gave her the keys and went to get us both coffee. When I got back in the Suburban, she was lighting a huge cigar! She puffed and puffed - easily filling the front seat area with her smoke. When she closed her lighter she blew a thick puff into my face and told me she needed a cigar to help keep her awake while she drove. I was totally blown away, I didn't know what to say! That is, until she blew more smoke at me and I gagged in her cloud - which made her laugh! Then she told me to just sit there and listen until we got home. (Which was three cigars later...) For the drive home, she kept all the windows up except the one behind her, which she controlled from time to time, to cause every whiff of her cigar smoke to float past me before cirling the second seat and then venting out the window. She smiled as she enjoyed that first cigar, even though I'm sure the surprise on my face was pleasure enough! She talked briefly inbetween puffs, about the divorce, her multiple affairs, how she started smoking, and mostly she gloated about how getting rid of me was best thing that could happen to her right now, with her career taking off. Of course if I had a dime everytime she blew her cigar smoke directly into my face during that trip, I'd be rich. Since the ashtray was removed, she used my aluminum coffee mug as her ashtray, which she soon overfilled, and then she began dropping her ashes into my lap (she said she was trying to hit the floor on the passenger side...) When we finally got home, I dropped her off and she handed a set of temporary divorce orders. As she got out, she said that the house and the infinity R35 were going to be hers and the Suburban was mine (now filled with her cigar smoke and ashes, thank you...) and she said I could read about the rest. Before I drove off, she walked back to the vehicle and leaned in the passenger window. She had the last cigar butt in her mouth and little puffs of smoke blew out of her mouth when she spoke. She dumped the coffee mug ashtray on the passenger seat and replaced it into the cup holder where it was when she began using it, while she was saying something like, "there, all clean now..." and then she smiled and took several small puffs, which became one huge puff and then she blew it at me. I couldn't see in the big puff of thick smoke, but heard her laugh and felt something bounce off my chest, then my lap felt VERY warm! She threw her cigar butt at me! As I patted out the ashes, as she yelled back something like "later a**hole" and walked into the house. I couldn't believe it, what a turn on, but what a bizarre situation. So I said nothing and just cleaned up the car as best I could. There were two other true episodes after this where she harrassed me with her cigar (and with a pipe), if you're interested, just let me know.