Rolling your first cigar is a lot like losing your virginity.
There can only be one 'first cigar'. I remember so clearly how nervous I was. Taking the unfamiliar leaf in my trembling fingers and trying my best to be gentle. Twisting and rolling in an unfamiliar way yet some how, some way, reaching a point of excitation as the first bunch of leaves actually began to look and feel like... a cigar. Yes, it had just blossomed into perfection or so it seemed.
After the realization that a 'bunch' had just been achieved I remember lovingly wrapping her up in a beautiful soft blanket of 'Mata fina'.
Letting her rest for a while I proudly sat back with a feeling of great satisfaction down to the deepest depths of my soul and then... struck a match and had a smoke.
Didn't take long before I began thinking about the next one and how I could 'do it' even better.