Grats on the 6k and what a great contest idea
My best cigar experience was at a conference my school sent me to in Las vegas. I was at the welcome reception talking to fellow students and professionals in my field of study. I end up talking to this real over the top dude. He has been caring this steal briefcase thing around with him all night. He tell me that he is going to go have a smoke. It hits me that case is a travel humidor. I ask him about it and he show me whats in it. The damn thing is full of Behikes bhk 52's. My freaking jaw dropped. I asked him what in the world what it take for me to bum one of those ( i may be newb but i knew i probably would not run across those again). He tells me if you can find a way to light these bitches we will go smoke some right now. Now some people are going to kill me for this but we ended up lighting them off the outdoor propane heaters. Worked out pretty well. No burn problems at all. My newb pallet can not describe the flavor of this cigar. I just know that it was wonderful. I would say it was the most complex cigar i have ever smoked. I wish my pallet was more developed so i could better appreciate this cigar. No drink in had at the time just the cigar. ohh and it was also my freaking birthday that night too something i completely forgot about because i was away from my family and friends. Dude also gave me an ISOM RyJ. Have not smoked that one yet
I would say that my best cigar story happened about a year ago. Both of my brother are in the military (me a Marine, they went the backwards way to the Army). All three of us had just came back off of a deployment within a week of each other. One from Iraq, and two of us from Afghanistan. I lived on a lake at the time and we decided to go out on the boat and do some evening fishing. About an hour before the sun went down, my youngest brother pulls out his back pack and reveals the contents. He had 3 Ghurka's (not sure which ones) and an unmarked bottle. He poured three glasses and we fired up the stogies. As we sipped on the contents of the glass we deduced that it was scotch. He then told us that not only was a 25 year old scotch, it was a bottle that had belonged to Saddam. I knew at that point not to ask how he aquired it, and better yet, how he got it home. But it was an evening that I got to share a very fine smoke, an extremely nice scotch, with two of my favorite people.
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