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Old traditions and new experiences

This past weekend, myself and Ross took the plunge and followed Neil down the rabbit hole of pipe smoking. Both of us had been curious of it for a while, but never had that little encouragement we needed to make us dive in. With goody bags loaded, we merrily sauntered over to a table in the corner of Habana Port, and brother Neil gave us our first tutelage on how to pack a bowl. I have to say, I made a royal mess of that first time.

The smoke was hot, wet, gurgling, and I couldn’t keep it lit to save my life. I popped so many matches in that store, someone probably thought Lucifer was shopping in the walk in humidor from the scent of sulphur. After several days of practicing, I’ve finally managed to get most of the way through a bowl without making too much a mess of it, but not to the point I’d feel qualified to give someone else advice. In any case, so we embark on a new adventure, and continue to enjoy the experiences we share.

After we polished off our inaugural pipes, we swapped to cigars.

Like I told someone else; I wouldn’t give up cigars for pipe smoking. Pipe smoking is more of a singular activity in my mind, as it requires much more concentration. It encourages ‘quiet contemplation’ as Neil put it, whereas a cigar can be waved around while embroiled in a conversation. I suppose each has it’s place, much like the varied personalities that sit at this table.

Repost from http://www.cigaraficionado.com : Winston Churchill

Click here for a short biography and interesting historical footnotes about this most famous brother of the leaf.

The below is an excerpt from the linked article.

As prime minister, he hosted a luncheon in February 1945 in honor of King Ibn Sa’ud of Saudi Arabia. Churchill wrote about one aspect of this luncheon in his war memoirs: “A number of social problems arose. I had been told that neither smoking nor alcoholic beverages were allowed in the Royal Presence. As I was the host at the luncheon I raised the matter at once, and said to the interpreter that if it was the religion of His Majesty to deprive himself of smoking and alcohol I must point out that my rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after and if need be during all meals and in the intervals between them. The King graciously accepted the position.

Mourn the passing of good cigars

Every man who owns his own humidor has that moment when they prematurely and unceremoniously lose a cigar. I had my moment yesterday when I found one of my Oliva Cains with a thoroughly split wrapper.

Apparently, the last time I tended my humidor, I got things a bit wetter than usual, and this poor thing paid the price. Fortunately, I caught my mistake and vented everything out for twenty four hours before ruining anything else. Consider this a cautionary tale for those of us that maintain our own stash of cigars to be careful lest we destroy perfectly good cigars

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An impromptu funeral attended by a Tabak Especial Short Shot and myself.