Boccaccio and cigars

I love cigars. I wonder if Boccaccio loved cigars. I don’t think they even had cigars back then. I picture him strolling across the piazza after a hard day of working on the Decameron. He nods politely to some gentlemen passing the other way. for a few moments, he stares soulfully at the figure of a rich woman’s face as he watches her carriage pass by him. Then he takes out an H. Upmann or maybe a Maria Guerrero. No doubt Boccaccio would have a nice Colibri jet flame lighter with a cutter attached. He would put the flame to the tip and roast it gently. Then he would smoke it standing alone in the piazza, or maybe sitting at the base of some statue. He would think about his stories. About half way into his smoke, it would occur to him that what he is doing with his Decameron is creating a new way of thinking, a new paradigm. He would probably decide that creating a new paradigm feels a little like making love to a woman for the first time. After a while, he would stop thinking about anything important and just enjoy the rest of his smoke. When he was done, would walk home through the setting sun. Maybe he would have a Bombay Sapphire martini. Then he would eat a snack and go to bed.