There comes a time when a man must expand his horizons and look toward the future. It was tough leaving the great city of Chicago. Alas, there is no time for tears or nostalgic crap, Harvey was getting ready to open his new establishment and he needed all the time he can get to get ready for the grand opening. Harvey's old man taught him the fantastic hobby of enjoying a good cigar and he wanted to honor his father by building a smoke shop in the great motor city.

Now the place was pretty spacious for a cigar joint. There were shelves stacked as high as the ceiling, lining the outer interior with humidors of cigars, and cigar ccessories, shipped from around the globe. I'm talking high quality cigars like hand-made Cubans, Montecristos, Alturo, CAO, Dixon, and many more. The middle stood a rectangular bar-counter which also supplied bags of tobacco in many brands. 

As he entered from the back, Harvey could instantly taste that sweet smell of tobacco fill his lungs. He reaches for a King Edward, cuts the tip and lights it up. A few puffs later, he makes sure the place is spac and span and heads for the entrance.