#Limited Edition Cigars

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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Millencolin - No Cigar

[latiendadecigarros]

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[naughtygirl286]

Now not only did we pick up the Zelda game we wanted but we did get a few other different games for Playstation We got the Jurassic Park Classic Collection it has it has like 7 classic games on it so I'm excited to relive these games from my childhood also we got the Limited Edition TinTin Game and Skull Island The Rise of Kong. We picked up all these brand new for under $50 each plus also a used Legendary Edition Midnight Suns for $20! which is all very awesome!

[andredias95]

958. LeRoy Neiman 2024 Collectors Edition

Gifted by Drew Newman, 4th Generation Owner & General Counsel at J.C. Newman Cigars. Location: This review was made indoors in a cigar lounge.Information:Wrapper: Ecuadorian Habano Rosado Binder: USA Florida Sun GrownFiller: Nicaragua & USAOrigin: USAFactory: J.C. Newman El Reloj Factory (USA)Box: Sold in 20 count boxes. Release: 2024Availability: Limited Edition of 600 cabinets of 20 cigars.…

[takunwilliams]

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[spurbleu]

price and his cigars. cw. shotgunning, inappropriate work dynamics (?).

john price is an expensive man.

he doesn’t flaunt his wealth, nor is he one to invest in things. no sports cars, or limited edition furniture. only one house. his simplicity is often misconstrued as stinginess- but this assumption is put out when he lights a cigar.

it smells like a paycheck. a big one.

so smoking with him, especially if he offers you one from his own pack, is like the initiation into his close circle. what’s his is yours. breathing the same air, the same vice. the closest you can get to equality with a man of his caliber.

but that’s not what gave it away for you, was it?

your hips stutter, legs weak from their kneeling position and slipping off the edge of his office chair as you ride him. the folds of his pants, which were lazily unzipped, brush up against the cool flanks of your ass.

he places a hand on your waist, “hm. all tired out birdie?”

you nod pathetically. he reaches for his drawer while you lean up against his chest, and grabs out a lighter and a cigar.

pulls you off him by the back of your neck, before his fingers return to the cigar and light it. takes a drag, and then grips your jaw with one fat, large hand.

“open f’me.”

you do as your told because it’s gotten you this far, and he blows the smoke against your tongue. mahogany, just as rich as his back pocket, boils the roof of your mouth until your eyes water

“would y’look at that?”

didn’t even notice you had begun to hump him again, puffy clit desperate for any friction as he force feeds you tobacco.

takes your hips and guides you up and down his cock, occasionally taking a slow drag of the cigar and blowing it in your face, as a reward.

and you get it. you get exactly why this is such a big deal. beyond him being inside you. beyond him buying your skirt only so he could take it off.

because nothing compares to inhaling his worth, and exhaling it just as quickly. the intimacy of his lingering.

just like his spend, when he buries himself to the hilt and cums after giving you a second orgasm.

you breathe out, and smoke peels around his shoulder. he laughs. “didn’t pin you as a smoker, doll.”

neither did you. must have something to do with his influence. he has a way with it.

[wonderlace19]

I think the real world consequences of how puppets are produced is the cause of Julie's insecurities. Julie Joyful was created first then the lore of the rainbow monsters and her family.

Like the Muppets and the friends in Sesame Street Julie Joyful was probably not fully formed. Gonzo wasn't Gonzo when he first appeared on TV. He was a cigar box fraggle. Miss Piggy was just one of the many pig puppets with a blonde wig on. She was a chorus girl in season one. The superstar diva Miss Piggy and Gonzo the Great were formed from episode after episode until it solidified in The Muppet Movie. Fozzy didn't say 'Waka Waka' until that movie!!!

Julie might have the advantage of being created for the Welcome Home show. She was designed to be look good in the neighborhood Home. She is just as colorful as the rest of the cast. Her siblings who are side characters don't have that luxury. They get more than sesame street family members which is the main muppet in drag or just a bigger version of them. They all look the same and have a limited color palette. Jonesy the puppet probably doesn't have a face. The writers make up the lore of the rainbow monsters to add to the story.

The problem is that Julie has none of that meta knowledge. All she knows is that she's not like the rest of her family. That she has short horns and isn't monochromatic.

Edit: I think we see that. Julie talking to flowers was a joke in a bit with her and Frank. She made a joke. Or a writer made a joke and another took it as fact that she can just do that.

[meiuri]

୨ৎ .ᐟ 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒 ── randy orton.

. ݁₊ ⊹ plot: today is randy’s birthday and you want to make it special just for him. but, you decide to tease him all day about his “real” (the most special) present not coming until midnight. by the time that clock strikes twelve, he’s demanding to unwrap what’s rightfully his.

. ݁₊ ⊹ mei’s notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RANDY!! our viper is 45 years old and has never looked better, so i thought why not write something for him for his birthday? BTW, i wanted this to get smutty, but I’m not sure i’m good at writing smut, so you get a sexy cliffhanger…. (😞)

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABE!!!”, you shouted out when you’d woken randy up that morning, bringing in some balloons and a tray, holding a plate of bourbon-infused pancakes with some maple-glazed bacon, because a birthday called for liquor before noon.

he’d sleepily scoffed, loving your energy, and plus, today was his 45th birthday! so he couldn’t wait to see what you’d put all of that same energy into doing for him today.

it started with small things—gear you had special-ordered and thoughtfully designed for him the next time he got in the ring. a limited-edition cigar you knew he’d been eyeing for about a week.

a bottle of his favorite whiskey you two would have during dinner that night. however, you kept telling him that these were just things you knew he’d like for his birthday. the “real” present that he’d get later was one he loved, and deserved.

i mean, it was his birthday, after all. denying the birthday boy what was his was practically a crime, right?

randy was, at first, amused at the fact that you tried to sate his impatience with trinkets and other items, which he appreciated and truly did love!

but really? he wouldn’t be patient forever, and as the day dragged on, he was ready to see what his “real” present was.

every time he asked you, all you gave him was a teasing, “patience, birthday boy.”

later that evening, during his birthday dinner at you two’s shared home with friends and family both you and him invited; his father, bob, his mother, elaine, cody rhodes, ric flair, and triple h, you kept up the act.

during the toast hunter had started, your fingers subtly brushed against his inner thigh. when everyone was busy pouring themselves another glass of whiskey, you playfully whispered in his ear, “i picked out something… special just for you tonight.

hearing that, randy immediately guessed in his head that it was a sexy outfit? maybe lingerie? you continued with a, “you can unwrap it later.”

it took everything in randy not to bend you over and fuck you right there on the dining room table.

after everyone was finished eating and drinking, randy blowing out the candles on his cake (that you made yourself!) and opening his presents from everyone in the living room was next.

you lied, saying you had to use the bathroom, leaving on his jaw a lingering kiss.

what you were really doing was making sure your outfit for tonight was perfect for randy: a black garter belt lingerie set.

a lace bra, matching panties, and lace garter belts to hold up the sheer thigh-high stockings that came with the set. you couldn’t wait to have randy basically tear the outfit off of you.

after 2 hours at some upscale VIP nightclub with the same guests that were at his birthday dinner, randy loving the atmosphere and you dancing your heart out, it was finally midnight.

back at home, people like cody and ric were texting randy’s phone, telling him how they hope he enjoyed his birthday. but, they didn’t know it wasn’t over yet. randy leaned back on you two’s bed, watching the bathroom door closely, arms crossed.

the usual smugness that always graced his face was replaced by something darker—something that looked like he was sick of your little game.

“it’s past midnight!”, he yelled to you through the door, checking the time on his phone. then, his voice caught a low, dangerous edge to it. “i think it’s time i got my “real” present.”

“coming!!”, you yelled back, adjusting the bra’s cups on your breasts, making sure they sat up just right. you were ready. slowly opening the bathroom door, you stood in the doorway for a minute, letting randy take in the sight of you.

his mouth slightly dropped open, feeling a rush of blood go straight to his cock, as he started to grow hard. you stepped closer, the heat of your body mixing with his as you straddled his lap.

the thin lace of your lingerie did little to hide the dampness of your pussy as you ground against his clothed cock, still confined within his tailored suit from the nightclub earlier.

the friction was maddening to randy, him feeling every delicate contour of your pussy lips through the fabric.

electric sparks shot through the both of you, randy’s breath hitching slightly as you rolled your hips against him.

he leaned in, your panting breath ghosting his lips, sweet and hot.

the scent of your perfume mingled with the faint taste of whiskey on his breath.

his hands found your waist, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he steadied you.

you could feel his cock twitch beneath you, and you rolled your hips again, pulling a low groan from deep within his chest.

his grip tightened, and he pulled you closer, his breath catching once again as your breasts pressed against his face.

he turned his head, rubbing his cheek against your cleavage, inhaling your scent.

his tongue darted out, tracing the edge of the lingerie bra, teasing the swell of your breast.

he then moved on to kiss you, his eyes darkening with desire, his lips barely brushing yours before you pulled away, a playful smirk on your face.

you weren’t going to let him have it that easily. you wanted to tease him—to draw out the anticipation until he was practically vibrating with need.

a sound of frustration and desire, a low growl, rumbled in his chest, as you leaned back, your hands resting on his thighs. his cock strained against his pants, and you could see the outline clearly; thick and hard.

you licked your lips, clearly trying to provoke him. you started to stand back up, keeping randy from getting what he wanted, but randy wasn’t having it. his strong hand shot out, gripping your wrist firmly, not letting you go too far.

his blue eyes burned into yours, the patience he’d been trying to have all day completely gone now. “don’t think you get to tease me anymore, sweetheart.”

he rasped, his voice a low rumble—a dangerous purr that sent shivers down your spine. it was a threat and a promise at the same time.

his other hand snaked up your back, fingers tangling in your hair. he tugged gently, pulling your head back, exposing your neck. he leaned in, his lips brushing against your pulse point. his tongue flicked out to taste your skin, wet with sweat.

you gasped as he sucked lightly, his teeth grazing your flesh. trying not to let randy get the best of you, you interrupted him, sighing innocently and dramatically, a small smirk playing on your lips, even though your heart pounded in your chest.

after some thinking, you decided to relent, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer. “fiiiiine. then… get on your knees, birthday boy.” you commanded him, your breathy voice laced with a sultry confidence that surprised randy and yourself. especially yourself. but, for a split second, randy was caught off guard.

you’re bossing him around, but wasn’t this supposed to be his birthday gift? his eyebrows shot up, surprise flickering across his face. but, that surprise was quickly replaced by something else—amusement, lust, and a dark curiosity. his smirk returned, slower this time. darker, even?

“you think you’re in control here?”, he asked you, rough hands gripping the fat of your hips possessively. his fingers dug in just enough to make you gasp. he could feel your heartbeat—rapid and wild under his touch.

he leaned in, his nose brushing against your stomach, inhaling the scent of your perfume, which was still lingering. his tongue darted out, tracing a line from your navel to the waistband of your lingerie (that was still on, surprisingly.)

you shivered, goosebumps blooming across your skin. he looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours.

even though he wanted you to submit to him right now, he sank down onto his knees anyway, his eyes not leaving yours.

he was now eye level with your cunt, the scent of your arousal intoxicating.

he could see the damp spot on your lingerie, could see how your lips were slightly swollen, the intoxicating smell of your arousal more obvious than ever now.

his tongue darted out, wetting his lips in anticipation as he leaned in, his breath hot against your pussy, making you squirm.

even if he hadn’t seen your wetness, he could’ve guessed correctly that you were soaked.

“that for me, baby?”, he murmured, a sentence that went straight to your core.

you giggled, half-nervous and half-excited, as you play-punched his shoulder.

but, your touch lingered, turning into a caress as he nuzzled against you, his lips rubbing against your inner thigh.

“why don’t you find out?”, you challenged. his hands slid up your things, calloused fingers hooking into the waistband of your lingerie.

he tugged them down slowly, revealing your glistening cunt inch by inch. oh, he definitely would.

[pwlanier]

Philippe TOURNAIRE for S.T DUPONT - CATACOMBES

Set consisting of a fountain pen, a lighter and a gilded bronze cigar cutter representing the accumulation of human skulls that can be seen in the catacombs of Paris. Limited edition published in 2011 in 66 copies (n°25).

The pen: closing the cap by clicking. Cartridge or converter filling. Feather M in 18k two-tone gold.

Artcurial

[petermorwood]

The following is, according to @dduane,"Old man shakes fist at unpleasing-and-overpriced-pen-shaped cloud," so YMMV about any or all of it. :->

*****

As anyone who reads my blog will know, I'm interested in - among other things - history, movies, fantasy, cats and fountain pens, all of which get at least a mention in this post..

That's probably why, a couple of years back, a friend pointed me at a Montegrappa Limited Edition pen. Of course he may just have been curious to hear my reaction, and believe me, he certainly did. This post is the short version. :->

*****

The other day I saw it again, and was even more... Whatever the diametric opposite of "impressed" is, because mere "unimpressed" doesn't pack enough punch.

That Viking longship is both a display stand and a storage box, and I already knew the figure is the pen. Despite being described as "a perfect reproduction of a Norse soldier in miniature", historical Vikings didn't dress like that. There's plenty of evidence proving historical Vikings didn't dress like that. And yet...

IMO it's just ugly.

It's also $16,348 at current Rate of Exchange, so Expensive and ugly.

There's a gold version too, which on the website is "price by request", so I went looking elsewhere and here's what I found.

That converts to $224,959.82, so Way More Expensive.

And still ugly.

Some pages of the Montegrappa website are like a glimpse into the lifestyles of the Rich and Tasteless, showing a skewed talent for making expensive things look gaudy and cheap.

Maybe they're a gilty pleasure. (ouch)

Their sensible pens, however, are much more appealing and way less expensive (though most are still far from cheap). This is the Magnifica.

This is the Elmo 02 in "Croda Rossa".

And this is the Venetia in "Vintage Conifer".

I like them because they're shaped like what they're meant to be, as well as looking comfortable to hold and use. The Venetia is especially attractive. If King Thranduil of the Wood-Elves used a fountain pen, it would be one like that.

*****

Nakaya pens are also at the understated other end of the style-scale to exuberant, extravagant or execrable "Limited Edition" stuff, and here are three of my favourites.

"Cigar decapod twist" kuro-tamenuri (black top lacquer over red base lacquer)...

..."Cigar decapod twist" aka-tamenuri (solid dark red over red)...

...and "Cigar" tamesukashi neko (translucent dark red over red and maki-e gold cat)...

...which is a bit more elaborate, but no need to guess why I like it. :->

*****

They are a dream I have.

Because yeah, they're expensive too.

But dreams cost nothing. :->

[aleielle-of-roshar]

Totally Real Elder Scrolls Facts (from my dream last night lmao- includes oc stuff)

Divayth Fyr’s tomb (catacombs?) is apparently a thing, and a very popular tourist attraction, in the fifth era- it only costs 7 gold to get in? Also has a gold course outside. Lotssss of weird touristy things you can buy in stalls outside half have nothing to do with him.

Tumblr exists in the elder scrolls, and the french, they call it ‘avie’. Only one argonian ever used tumblr but they’re dead- until Wishes used it?

You can collect cigars like easter eggs at Divayth’s tomb

Wishes smokes cigars and is only there for the limited edition divayth cigars

Jedi exist, and visit the tomb from a mysterious ‘other universe’ simply because the coffee shop is good

Horses don’t exist anymore, but baby strollers do.

Divayth was a really good painter but they got weirder when they were older.

‘Mara’s love’ is a popular fast food joint, they also sell bobbleheads of the divines, and dagoth ur for some reason??

Amusement parks exist, and half of their attractions are super dangerous on purpose to attract adventurers. They also all have pools for argonians because argonians don’t like rollercoasters but bring in a lot of money.

Argonians have hairy chests in the fifth era for some reason.

Neon signs exist, but electricity otherwise does not.