Maybe it was the sinfulness of it all.

Smoking fine cigars, sipping warm cognac, sinking into the leather and mahogany and polished brass. Then again, it might have been the shameless indulgence. Brazilian coconut shrimp, sea bass lightly crusted in macadamia nuts, chocolate truffles infused with Grand Marnier. Of course, it could have been Tomás. After all, he introduced me to my first Churchill in the humidor room. Whatever it was, I know I’ll be back. Soon.