Long time ago I had a buddy who's parents always brought him home a box of Esplendidos whenever they traveled to Spain. They'd pick the box up in the duty free on their way home, and went several times a year.
One day my buddy asked if I'd smoked the one he'd tossed in my pocket a few nights before "for the road". I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. We chalked it up to the Mezcal we'd put away that evening.
Almost a year later I found that poor Esplendido sitting on a shelf in my closet.
Always regretted that one.