Off to the box
My last day at the Davidoff Manufactory I spent in the packaging department - the last station of a cigar - before it makes the journey to us cigar lovers.
First I had to put on the cigar rings (terrible, again a fine motor challenge), then pack the cigars into cellophane wrappers and finally into the boxes. During each of these activities, faulty cigars are sorted out again. People, until a cigar lands with us, it must complete an extreme hurdle run...
With the packing of the last cigar my journey also ended here.
What this experience has done to me - I am writing an extra blog post - because I need some distance. This time was very intense, important...just marvelous.
But only one thing: I was endlessly melancholic when I put the last cigar in the box and finally closed the lid.