This solves a mystery for me.
About twenty five or so years ago, during the cigar boom, I ordered a bundle of Philippine cigars from Thompson’s cigars.
When they arrived, they were nearly unsmokable. They tasted like shxt and smelled like fart. Just, horrible.
I gave 24 to my beloved old friend Jack. Jack would smoke anything, and like it.
Jack fired one up, gagged and pronounced them bad.
We were on my boat. I tossed them in a compartment and forgot about them.
One or two years, we were not quite sure, I cleaned out my boat. In the compartment were 23 utterly delicious, fantastic cigars.
They were stoved by the heat of the long summers and cold of the winters.
I still have a few in a humidor, and they have improved a little.