You wash up on a deserted island....
Your ship has sunk and you've washed up on a deserted island with no hope of rescue. Coincidentally, the island maintains a year-round temperature and relative humidity that are perfect for storing cigars. Food and water are plentiful.
You look to your left and see an enormous hermetically-sealed box sitting on the beach next to you. I mean a huge box, as big as a small house.
You pry open the side of the box and out fall 250,000 torch lighters filled with fuel and 25,000 sharp stainless guillotine cutters. You peer inside the box and you see a million cigars, all exactly the same. You feel a rush of joy and relief.
What cigar is in the box?
