StogiePower
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So, if I'm posting in the wrong forum, mad apologies, but I think I have this right. Anyway, on with the story:
Traveled down to Florida today and went to a B&M to pick up a pipe and various accessories. While I was there, I thought "You know, what, I'll pick up a couple of ceegars while I'm at it. No harm can come of such a thing". So, in my youth and dumbness, I pick out a couple of cigars and trounce out on my merry way.
The cigars I pick were a Montecristo Churchill (If there's more to the name, I can't remember it.) and a Don Pepin Garcia Cuban Classic 1979.
Yeah. It gets better.
I finally get back home, put up my pipe and all that, and look at the DPG and say to it softly and lovingly, "You, my friend. Yes, you. You will be smoked."
Was that ever a bad idea.
I go outside, finally get the blasted thing lighted, and commence just puffing away. Going on the first 1/3, everything is great. I can't pick out any subtleties like I read in some of the reviews, but no big deal. I was enjoying it. It was the most relaxing thing I'd done in a good while. Then as I started on the next third, I started to feel...you know, funny. I'm like...what? Should I feel like this? But I shrug it off. I was going to enjoy that little bugger, and just because I felt weird was no reason to stop, right? So on I trekked.
And then, halway into the second part, I start going "Oh...wow...I think I need to sit." Do I stop smoking at that point? Nope! I'm still puffing away like the little engine that could.
But even determined idiots are eventually stopped in their tracks. I manage to smoke a little bit more, and then it gets to the point where even I say "Enough is enough". It was like 40 degrees outside, and I took off my jacket. I was left with a third of a cigar, a really sick feeling, and an hour and a half and being laid out like meat on a grill. All in all, definitely an experience.
Basically it'd be nice if someone could tell me I'm not a wimp for being knocked on my rear by that cigar. And it would be even better if you can say that without lying. :whistling: But there is my first experience in the world of cigars. Laid out in all its glory for you to laugh at.
Traveled down to Florida today and went to a B&M to pick up a pipe and various accessories. While I was there, I thought "You know, what, I'll pick up a couple of ceegars while I'm at it. No harm can come of such a thing". So, in my youth and dumbness, I pick out a couple of cigars and trounce out on my merry way.
The cigars I pick were a Montecristo Churchill (If there's more to the name, I can't remember it.) and a Don Pepin Garcia Cuban Classic 1979.
Yeah. It gets better.
I finally get back home, put up my pipe and all that, and look at the DPG and say to it softly and lovingly, "You, my friend. Yes, you. You will be smoked."
Was that ever a bad idea.
I go outside, finally get the blasted thing lighted, and commence just puffing away. Going on the first 1/3, everything is great. I can't pick out any subtleties like I read in some of the reviews, but no big deal. I was enjoying it. It was the most relaxing thing I'd done in a good while. Then as I started on the next third, I started to feel...you know, funny. I'm like...what? Should I feel like this? But I shrug it off. I was going to enjoy that little bugger, and just because I felt weird was no reason to stop, right? So on I trekked.
And then, halway into the second part, I start going "Oh...wow...I think I need to sit." Do I stop smoking at that point? Nope! I'm still puffing away like the little engine that could.
But even determined idiots are eventually stopped in their tracks. I manage to smoke a little bit more, and then it gets to the point where even I say "Enough is enough". It was like 40 degrees outside, and I took off my jacket. I was left with a third of a cigar, a really sick feeling, and an hour and a half and being laid out like meat on a grill. All in all, definitely an experience.
Basically it'd be nice if someone could tell me I'm not a wimp for being knocked on my rear by that cigar. And it would be even better if you can say that without lying. :whistling: But there is my first experience in the world of cigars. Laid out in all its glory for you to laugh at.
