Good evening fellow cigar enthusiasts, aficionados, connoisseurs and casual smokers alike,
I would like to take a moment and share with you my first experience that I can recall with cigars. I was 6 years of age and had just returned from an enjoyable afternoon of bass fishing with my late grandfather. It was mid - July and the weather was perfect in Connecticut. The sun was preparing to set as I was sitting in the backyard next to my grandmother's rose garden enjoying the fading glow and warmth of the New England sun when my grandfather came out from the cellar and asked me to join him in his bedroom. He sat me up on his bed and reached over into his nightstand to retrieve a cylindrical glass tube protecting a rich, oily cigar. Mind you I have never seen a stick before and was immediately curiously intrigued by what this strange looking object was (as all 3 year old boys are). My Grandfather had a wonderful tone of excitement in his voice as he told me he had something special to show me. The cheerful glow and warmth he exuded was contagious. He carefully extracted the cork from the top of the tube and gingerly retrieved the stick from it's protective casing. He held the foot up to his nose and took a deep sniff followed by a sigh of thorough enjoyment. He instructed me to do the same and little did I know at the time that what was about to happen next would ignite a deep seeded passion that would lay dormant for the next 2 decades slowly building, maturing, and ultimately burgeoning into an all out love and appreciation for quality cigars and every facet the pleasure entails. I held the smoke up to my nose and did as my grandfather demonstrated taking a deep smell off the foot and I even let out a slight sigh of enjoyment. Almost immediately afterward I let out a tremendous sneeze which my grandfather gave a hearty laugh to. I can still remember the way it smelt, their was a sweet earthiness to it which I thought was uncannily similar to the way my grandmother's kitchen would smell when she was making her delicious cinnamon raisin bread. It had aromas of my worn leather baseball glove and something I will never forget that was so unique which I have never quite experienced since this fateful late afternoon; it possessed the most wonderful aroma that occurs when a late afternoon storm rolls through on a steamy summer day and cools off the asphalt with it's plump droplets delivered from ominous clouds above releasing one of the finest scents I have ever smelled.
My grandfather told me that one day I would be old enough to enjoy this favorite pleasure of his. Well my friends, that day has come and gone long ago but every time That I smell the foot of a tasty stick I am reminded of one of the fondest memories I have of my childhood and my grandfather.
I am quite certain that many of you have had similar experiences and look forward to sharing more with you as well as discussing any and all things related to blowing clouds!
Regards- Smokin' Chef
I would like to take a moment and share with you my first experience that I can recall with cigars. I was 6 years of age and had just returned from an enjoyable afternoon of bass fishing with my late grandfather. It was mid - July and the weather was perfect in Connecticut. The sun was preparing to set as I was sitting in the backyard next to my grandmother's rose garden enjoying the fading glow and warmth of the New England sun when my grandfather came out from the cellar and asked me to join him in his bedroom. He sat me up on his bed and reached over into his nightstand to retrieve a cylindrical glass tube protecting a rich, oily cigar. Mind you I have never seen a stick before and was immediately curiously intrigued by what this strange looking object was (as all 3 year old boys are). My Grandfather had a wonderful tone of excitement in his voice as he told me he had something special to show me. The cheerful glow and warmth he exuded was contagious. He carefully extracted the cork from the top of the tube and gingerly retrieved the stick from it's protective casing. He held the foot up to his nose and took a deep sniff followed by a sigh of thorough enjoyment. He instructed me to do the same and little did I know at the time that what was about to happen next would ignite a deep seeded passion that would lay dormant for the next 2 decades slowly building, maturing, and ultimately burgeoning into an all out love and appreciation for quality cigars and every facet the pleasure entails. I held the smoke up to my nose and did as my grandfather demonstrated taking a deep smell off the foot and I even let out a slight sigh of enjoyment. Almost immediately afterward I let out a tremendous sneeze which my grandfather gave a hearty laugh to. I can still remember the way it smelt, their was a sweet earthiness to it which I thought was uncannily similar to the way my grandmother's kitchen would smell when she was making her delicious cinnamon raisin bread. It had aromas of my worn leather baseball glove and something I will never forget that was so unique which I have never quite experienced since this fateful late afternoon; it possessed the most wonderful aroma that occurs when a late afternoon storm rolls through on a steamy summer day and cools off the asphalt with it's plump droplets delivered from ominous clouds above releasing one of the finest scents I have ever smelled.
My grandfather told me that one day I would be old enough to enjoy this favorite pleasure of his. Well my friends, that day has come and gone long ago but every time That I smell the foot of a tasty stick I am reminded of one of the fondest memories I have of my childhood and my grandfather.
I am quite certain that many of you have had similar experiences and look forward to sharing more with you as well as discussing any and all things related to blowing clouds!
Regards- Smokin' Chef
