Since I last smoked a Swisher Sweet cherry flavored cigar at age twelve in the basement of my high school stoner friend with the pool table, it would not have occurred to me to buy a flavored-- or should I say "flavoured," as the CAO marketing geniuses have thought to describe it-- cigar.  I'd sooner wear a Carmen Miranda hat to an Irish pub. But accidents happen, and it was dark in Portland's Greater Trump's cigar bar, just off Hawthorne Bo... Full Story