My first cigar
Not soon after I faded, I was on a company shindig and they were providing hand rolled cigars to everybody there. I watched in amazement as this Dominican guy rolled them in front of my eyes with great care and skill. Every guy he gave one to ogled it like it was a hot girl in a bikini.
Growing up a Witness, I would not have ever even stayed at that booth, let alone get a cigar fo r myself, but now? What the hell. Why not? I had to see what this was all about.
I got one. Ogled it. Smelled it. Rolled it in my fingers and chewed on it a bit. I admitted to a friend there I had no idea what to do with the darn thing. He was an expert. Had his own cigar cutter and humidor. Helped me get it lit. Told me how to smoke it.
Cigars I am told are very different from cigarettes, which to me were always very smelly. This thing was different.
I couldn't finish it as it was very strong. But I enjoyed what I did smoke. Got a bit light headed. It was better than a couple of shots of Knob Creek. Actually, I've found since, it's better WITH a couple of shots of Knob Creek.
I don't always smoke cigars, but when I do, it's a Domincan.
Brock Talon