Some villages let you get away from it all in small-town America, while others run by William Hurt seem like they're in the past but're actually set in the present day, and now you don't have to see the Shyamalan movie. You're welcome. Giving you one stocked with smokes: Cigar Village
CV's a cozy smoker's corridor stocking stogies in a Spanish cedar humidor, and letting you puff away on black leather couches/recliners or tables for two, among paintings of jazz musicians & Saints memorabilia; Mac, the owner, is from New Orleans and ran a construction biz 'til he "got tired of worrying about the hurricanes", and considering how Jacory Harris looked last week, that's understandable. Mac'll help you pick a smoke, whether you want a mild starter (the Dominican 5 Vegas Gran Reserva or a Cuba-originated H. Upmann), standards (Rocky Patel, Cohiba...), or Perdomos/La Vieja Habana Connecticut Shades, which're strong/full-bodied Nicaraguans, who apparently get way more to eat than most of the people down there. They also peddle accessories like small wood humidors, classy Regal lighters & butane refills, tobacco pipes, key ring cigar punches, and a reasonably priced gift set that includes a humidor, ashtray, lighter, and cutter, which you should ignore, as it's just trying to get attention
CV's quite awesomely BYOB, and has plans to offer poker tourneys, cigar tastings (where a master maker'll roll 'em right in front of you), and free dance lessons, which should set you on your way to joining the only truly worthwhile Village, the one made up exclusively of People.