One of the great pleasures and memories of my life is having a cigar with my grandfather. He took its upmost pleasure of it, sitting in his den and quietly smoking it (it took about 45 minutes) smoking should be done alone or with someone you admire and in quiet and in reflective state of mind.
He always said and impressed on me, that a cigar ought not to be smoked solely with the mouth, but with the hand, the eyes and with the spirit.
As a teenager ( too young to smoke at that point) one of my highlights was to accompany my grandfather to his favorite cigar store and see a visiting member of the Ramon Allones ( his cigar of choice) factory from Cuba (before the embargo) showing patrons how they rolled their cigars. What a craft!
One of the great memories and one of the great civilized things to do.
"By the cigars they smoke and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls' - John Galsworthy
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