Walked in while my wife waited outside, the smell that first hit me was not that of cigars, but some strange food that they were cooking at that time. The owner was about 70 years old, he was boasting and boasting about how great his cigars taste. He took me into the walk in humidor. he reached over and had me try one of his best hand rolled cigars. It was like tasting dirt!!!. He kept repeating over and over, "best cigar, best cigar" While he was chanting on and on, to my surprise, I looked at the shelf where the cigars were inside the humidor and saw a cockroach walk in a steady pace from one box of cigars, (on the cigars the whole time) to the next right down the entire length of the shelf. Needless to say, I just left, and I have never gone back.