For me, it was 1956 and I was six yrs. old. My uncle had lit a big maduro and it smelled so good, I kept asking what it tasted like. My mom told him, "Give it to him." I puffed it and I LIKED it! I tried to give it back and she said, "No, you sit there and smoke it all!" In quick order, I got retching sick and ran outside. Guess she figgered I'd never pick another one up. She was wrong!