VirginIslander
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so whats everyone's defining moment when they said "hey, I want to start smoking cigars"?
Reason I'm posting is because I often wonder why I kept with it when in the beginning I was so terrible at it, every single one was bitter and I only bought good shit, so it was expensive to boot. I had no one knowledgable around to 'show me the light' (no pun intended) and, like moro, its a self taught thing. Every time I had a question, I would email Gary Korb at famous smoke...I'm pretty sure he hates me now.
But back in the day (you know, 9 months ago) my GFs parents were here and her dad is a casual cigar smoker. We were on St. John for the day. We were walking around Cruz Bay when these drunk guys came up and offered us 2 cubans (to have, not to buy). He took one and I said 'no thanks'.
A couple weeks later I wondered what a cigar was like. I went into the local 'B&M' (I have a hard time calling it that) and bought the box of Cohibas that had 3 cigars and a xikar cutter. The next night I went out on the deck, jammed my bic into the end until I saw red, and started puffing. It tasted like arse, but damn it, I enjoyed it (for some reason)!
I kept buying, trying, failing and learning and while I still have a tremendous amount more to learn, I am here in the ranks of some of the best people I could ever hope to know, and enjoying some damn fine cigars!
"and thats..the rest of the story"
how about you?
Reason I'm posting is because I often wonder why I kept with it when in the beginning I was so terrible at it, every single one was bitter and I only bought good shit, so it was expensive to boot. I had no one knowledgable around to 'show me the light' (no pun intended) and, like moro, its a self taught thing. Every time I had a question, I would email Gary Korb at famous smoke...I'm pretty sure he hates me now.
But back in the day (you know, 9 months ago) my GFs parents were here and her dad is a casual cigar smoker. We were on St. John for the day. We were walking around Cruz Bay when these drunk guys came up and offered us 2 cubans (to have, not to buy). He took one and I said 'no thanks'.
A couple weeks later I wondered what a cigar was like. I went into the local 'B&M' (I have a hard time calling it that) and bought the box of Cohibas that had 3 cigars and a xikar cutter. The next night I went out on the deck, jammed my bic into the end until I saw red, and started puffing. It tasted like arse, but damn it, I enjoyed it (for some reason)!
I kept buying, trying, failing and learning and while I still have a tremendous amount more to learn, I am here in the ranks of some of the best people I could ever hope to know, and enjoying some damn fine cigars!
"and thats..the rest of the story"
how about you?