I like to smoke on the balcony over looking the valley and the city. I also like to smoke after a hectic day in the truck on the way home. And, when it gets late and everybody is in bed, I like to smoke in my office (where the ventilation system is now complete - sucks the smoke out like V8 vacuum).
I think the best time with some company I enjoy. I like to smoke with one of my brother-in-laws. He appreciates a quiet conversation about our wives (they're sisters) or money, or the kids. He's not into making it a big deal, just a relaxing break from the hub bub of life.
Once in a while, I'll get our coaching staff together for pizza, beer, and a few cigars. Sometimes even a poker game breaks out. I like to smoke on the golf course, and on the boat.
Taco Tuesday at Arts Bar & Grill in Riverside, CA. Lots of crotchety FOGs sit out on the terrace and light up while telling stories of how the next generation is f**king things up. With Big Band era music and tumbler drinks, I'm the youngest in the crowd. Once in a while they'll look in my direction and sometimes ask what I think, but I don't talk much in this crowd. The ol' seen and not heard adage. (I'm 33 and the next youngest is 65).
I'm a firm believer that cigars, like other things, allow men to be men. Not macho types, just men. And when the ladies come around, the manly talk turns into gentlemanly talk. I learn a lot from other cigar smokers. Sort of a right of passage I suspect.
M. Gipson