I have an ashtray that my son made me in ceramics class. It is so ugly that it is cute. He revels in the fact that I use it and everytime I try to use something else he looks at me with those eyes and...
He is the one most likely to become an aficionado. He collects tubes, reads as much about cigars as I did when I started and begs me to fire one up. I cannot wait until we can partake of this upon his graduation from HS. I promised him a weekend in Vegas for him and three of his closest friends at that time.
Ok, I'm off topic so I will get off my soapbox.