In the distance appears a huge flash, nearly blinding me. Seconds later I hear a massive boom unlike anything I have heard before. A mushroom cloud rises into the sky, high above the flash, the plume of flame beneath burning the atmosphere. My thoughts race so fast I am not even aware of how many exclamation marks I may have just screamed out loud. I look for another street to turn into when a shockwave of heat and dust hits parked cars to the very front of me, lifting them up, the ones not being lifted into the air shaking crazily. I turn left onto another street, doing my utmost to avoid the frightening light, and when the dust strikes the car with a surging force it shakes the car furiously. I awake. I look to the left, and beside me lays a Davidoff Grand Cru Series Toro. I pick up the cigar, reach into my glove compartment, pull out my Colibri v-cutter, cut, toast, retrohale. Nothing previous to the experience of the silken smoke, the immense, elegant flavor profile, is as monolithic as this moment, this cigar.