I love buying my husband cigars. It's a Father's Day or birthday or anniversary thing for most but I love buying them all year round. Just knowing I'm buying him something that he truly enjoys as a hobby is pretty rewarding. I imagine it's not unlike when he and the kids buy me something for the kitchen. Although they love to counter those gifts with "well... it's not exactly a selfless gift
Growing up, my dad smoked cigars so I was exposed to the smell of them pretty early. I think that's probably one of the reasons the smoke doesn't offend me. It's a comforting smell that reminds of me home. Some of the best talks I ever had with my dad were when we sat outside while he smoked his cigars. Those things can burn for hours if you care to let them.
I never minded. One of these days I'll get my dad and husband together again and they can smoke them together out on the deck under our trees. It's just a matter of a few thousand miles standing in the way.