Guys, brothers,
Maybe the Maclan 12 (spelled wrong) makes me want to tell this story.
Anyway, my father is my best friend after many years of respectfully, imperceptible growling at each other.
We are both Alfas. For a while there was only one pack.
I was always respectful and thankful to my father, but resented some of his money decisions and bluntness. I have (thought if myself) been a good money manager for 20 years and he has been an outstanding (other people’s money) manager for at least twice as long. We both now get by, but he was once, like his father, very wealthy.
Anyway, my father thought me how to be a man. Frowned upon me when I was drinking heavily (himself a bottle every 2 day guy), and when I smoked Marlboros. He was a Cohiba and Robayna smoker himself.
Best of all, he gave me shit, but never really discounted me. He trusted me. And I NEVER lied.
Today, 15 years after his prime, I was able to fool Brazilian customs and send him a bunch of good (not great) cigars.
He received them today after a month.I watched him smoke the most tasteful (in his words) Cigar after 15 years!
Now, he was smoking a PDR black label, which I a great cigar, but by no means a $20 Cigar. A man who had frequent business in Cuba and was gifted the best cigars the world can offer.
Bottom line: doesn’t matter what you Smoke (to certain limits), it matters how and with whom you do so.
More than anything - my father is my BOTL (Brother of the Leaf)!
God bless!
Maybe the Maclan 12 (spelled wrong) makes me want to tell this story.
Anyway, my father is my best friend after many years of respectfully, imperceptible growling at each other.
We are both Alfas. For a while there was only one pack.
I was always respectful and thankful to my father, but resented some of his money decisions and bluntness. I have (thought if myself) been a good money manager for 20 years and he has been an outstanding (other people’s money) manager for at least twice as long. We both now get by, but he was once, like his father, very wealthy.
Anyway, my father thought me how to be a man. Frowned upon me when I was drinking heavily (himself a bottle every 2 day guy), and when I smoked Marlboros. He was a Cohiba and Robayna smoker himself.
Best of all, he gave me shit, but never really discounted me. He trusted me. And I NEVER lied.
Today, 15 years after his prime, I was able to fool Brazilian customs and send him a bunch of good (not great) cigars.
He received them today after a month.I watched him smoke the most tasteful (in his words) Cigar after 15 years!
Now, he was smoking a PDR black label, which I a great cigar, but by no means a $20 Cigar. A man who had frequent business in Cuba and was gifted the best cigars the world can offer.
Bottom line: doesn’t matter what you Smoke (to certain limits), it matters how and with whom you do so.
More than anything - my father is my BOTL (Brother of the Leaf)!
God bless!
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