I was wondering today, as I puffed on a Lot 23 Maduro and watched the delicate white-blue smoke drift into the sky above me on a clear Brisbane winter day, whether or not there is a connection, deep in my subconscious, between the joys of cigar smoke and the smoke my ancestors breathed in for hundreds of thousands of years around camp fires.
That lead to me to researching what deeper thinkers than I have said about cigars… which lead me to Sigmund Freud.

Freud’s most famous quote about cigars, of course, is that a cigar is sometimes just a cigar (and not a phallic symbol).
However I found this 1994 article in Cigar Aficionado that talks about Freud’s obsession with cigars in plenty of detail. I’d heard that Freud loved his cigars and died of mouth cancer, but I didn’t realize the full story – he smoked about 20 cigars a day from the age of 24 and died at the ripe old age of 83. Not a nice way to go but not a bad innings. It’s well worth reading in full but I’ll throw up some of my favourite sections:
Freud began smoking when he was 24 years old, following in the footsteps of his father, who was himself a smoker right up to age 81.
In his old age Freud was quoted as saying: “[cigars have] served me for precisely fifty years as protection and a weapon in the combat of life…I owe to the cigar a great intensification of my capacity to work and a facilitation of my self-control.”
If Freud inherited his passion for cigars from his father and inspired his patients to keep him supplied, he also endeavored to instill a love of smoking in his disciples, colleagues and the young men in his family. Hans Sachs, a member of Freud’s inner circle, once remarked that “[Freud] was so fond of smoking that he was somewhat irritated when men around him did not smoke. Consequently nearly all of those who formed the inner circle became more or less passionate cigar-smokers,” according to Freud, Master and Friend by Hans Sachs, (1944), Harvard University Press.



