An hour is the only thing you can't buy back
sil·lo·a (n.) — the hour you earned. Sit down. You've done enough.
Not a rating of a cigar — a record of an hour. What you smoked, who with, what you were marking. Logged in ten seconds.
Your humidor, with rest clocks. “Your Padrón has rested six months. It's ready.” — we'll tell you.
Verdicts from people whose taste you actually trust — never a stranger's 93-point score. Would they smoke it again? That's the question.