I think the first time I ever smoked with my dad, gave him a CAO America, and he gave me an Oliva 'V.' It was really cool to just kick back and talk about things.
Mine was a Victor Sinclair Bohemian while I was trimming the X-Mas tree tree in my apartment with a buddy when I still lived alone. It took two puffs of the stick before I realized it was as horrible as anything I had ever tasted and I promptly went outside and dry heaved so bad I amlost choked up a yule log-------the last time I ever smoked a Sinclair as well.
Lol way to take the conversation in a new light. Important lessons sometimes come the hard way too. Now that I think about it, most of the time they are given to me down the hard route.
My most memorable smoke was about 4 weeks up when I was in the New York catskills at a resort with a bunch of my close friends. It was the week after we all graduated and it was a great and relaxing week. Weather wasn't always great so we only smoked two nights, and the one I enjoyed my first Carlos Torano Virtuoso that I received as a birthday present. It weather and scenery were absolutly beautiful and to enjoy great cigars with great friends was really relaxing. That was proably one of the best cigars I had and most certainly the best setting to enjoy it.
Thus far in life, i'm kinda of sorry to say it was a honey philly's blunt at my friends lakehouse in summer. senior year of highschool, back when the world was still yours and possibilities were limitless. also, you were invincible and knew everything, so that helps.
I was so young and didn't know any better ... White Owl Vanilla, at my best friends house drinking more busch beer than one should ever consume, but it was a blast still. A little busch every now and then doesn't hurt :P
I guess the question on everyone's mind is did you get to enjoy a cigar while she "enjoyed" you? My fiance would laugh if I asked her if I could do that but would probably let me. I'm going to try this when I get home. Thanks for the inadvertent advice.
for me its actually a few events repeated, one of which is happening again tonight. what usually happens is my freinds wife goes out of town for the weekend, he stays home and tells a few guys to come over for bbq, beer and cigars around his fire pit. the girls belonging to the guys are very understanding, they allow the men to have their night and the girls all get together and do their nails or somthing, who knows. probly talk about the guys more than anything. its not so much the cigar that is memorable for me, its the company. an awsome 5 star cigar with the flavor turned up to 11 is still a bad time if you smoke it with some one you dont like. well, its about 4:05, time for me to call it a week, go to the store for some brew and a steak and head over to my buddys for guys night.
Mine was my first as well, and one I will never forget. I was hanging out with my buddy, who had been a cigar smoker for about 5 years at that time. We had polished off a bottle of Tangle Ridge whiskey in about thirty minutes, and were into our second bottle, some Crown Royal Special Reserve. We went outside to enjoy the nice weather, and he went to the car and got a travel humi. He pulled out a couple of Cubans (he said they were authentic and were the last two from his recent trip). I lit up, and started puffing away. Not knowing that I wasn't supposed to inhale, I was inhaling the whole time. About an inch in, I started feeling ill. He said I turned bright green... needless to say, I hurled, and didn't finish it. The next time we hung out, we smoked and I learned not to inhale, and have been hooked ever since.
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