The first time I ever remember smoking a cigar was in college playing cards in the dorm. Just like our drink of choice at the time, we were budget conscience. We were looking for quantity and not quality. Our choice was a King Edward.
Just like my palate for alcohol change so did my enjoyment of good cigars. That journey began on the golf course with Arturo Fuente from the Hemmingway collection. The Short Story was my choice. Being based in the city that our company was I headquartered in, allowed me to spend some time with the executives of our company and customers. They would always have cigars and cognac after a meal. Not wanting to be left out of the “bonding”, I would join. For me, even though we were a fledgling company, it was the closest I would ever be to titans of industry. More though, I found it was a sign of celebrating friendships.
At that time, I still never really smoked cigars alone. After a tough day at work, a day that seemed like nothing had gone right, I went to sit on my deck with a cocktail to reflect on what I could do so those types of days would be few and far in between. I saw a zip lock baggie next to the Martini glasses. What the hell I thought, always felt good with the big shots smoking why not by myself. As I sipped my Martini and puffed on the cigar, with smoke rising, I felt a calmness come over. One that just let me relaxed.
Some time latter I was reading about Freud and came across a quote about smoking cigars.
When asked, Freud said when talking about cigars, “served me for precisely fifty years as a protection and a weapon in the combat of life…”. While in many ways that quote hit it head on. As one who enjoys celebrating with friends and a cigar, I also enjoy the private celebrations and the solitude that goes with my thoughts, a cocktail and cigar. That’s the time I can think, Fuck you life, I just cleared another obstacle you threw at me.
Light Up- Cigar Of The Month
Enjoy this months Cigar from My Father.
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