Let's hear your own personal cigar newbie experiences!
Here's two of mine that coincide with one another...
My endeavor all started in mid September of 2003 at my boss' sister's remarriage reception. He asked me if I'd like to smoke a cigar with him and up until this point the only thing I smoked that even remotely resembled a cigar was swisher sweets & black and milds. We proceeded to clip the end of a domestic Montecristo - with our teeth! My boss had no cutter on him and we had to make due. He refused to use a knife offered by his brother for some odd reason that I'll probably never figure out.
So we smoked the cigar, or at least I tried to, when I got tired of it after 45 minutes or so and snubbed it out... and put it in my pocket! The next day we were going to Louisiana to go gambling in the morning and I relight the cigar and was that the most god awful disgusting mistake!
So I go on a one month cigar hiatus but who wouldn't after that? It's Thanksgiving 2003 and the only thing open is the corner store. So what do I pick up? A $5 bottle of Gallo wine along with a chocolate and strawberry Philly!
I pour myself a glass of wine and taste it - horrid! At that time I was used to drinking a half-way respectable wine; Kendall Jackson Chardonnay. I end up guzzling the nearly full bottle of Gallo down the dish drain.
Now I proceed out to the back patio with a strawberry Philly and a sharp knife prior to Thanksgiving dinner. If I recall correctly, a Philly is already punched but I sliced the head of the cigar off anyways and the wrapper starts unraveling instantly. I use my saliva to decently apply the wrapper back on and pull out a zippo lighter. I start applying the flame to the foot of the Philly (dare I say cigar?) and pandemonium strikes...
The Philly breaks clean off in the middle - nearly in two equal pieces! I can still remember the top half falling to the ground, my jaw dropping with the remaining half drooping out of my mouth like a limp stick and subsquent tears of mixed laughter and anger.
I go ahead and try lighting what half I have left and it didn't take me but less than a minute to realize that this thing was smoking worse than the snubbed-out-in-my-pocket-overnight-domestic-monte I had a month prior!
Ever since that day, I got online and started searching for cigar forums and thankful I did. Boy, have I come a long way...
P.S. The chocolate Philly is up for sale in the trading room! :rofl:
Here's two of mine that coincide with one another...
My endeavor all started in mid September of 2003 at my boss' sister's remarriage reception. He asked me if I'd like to smoke a cigar with him and up until this point the only thing I smoked that even remotely resembled a cigar was swisher sweets & black and milds. We proceeded to clip the end of a domestic Montecristo - with our teeth! My boss had no cutter on him and we had to make due. He refused to use a knife offered by his brother for some odd reason that I'll probably never figure out.
So we smoked the cigar, or at least I tried to, when I got tired of it after 45 minutes or so and snubbed it out... and put it in my pocket! The next day we were going to Louisiana to go gambling in the morning and I relight the cigar and was that the most god awful disgusting mistake!
So I go on a one month cigar hiatus but who wouldn't after that? It's Thanksgiving 2003 and the only thing open is the corner store. So what do I pick up? A $5 bottle of Gallo wine along with a chocolate and strawberry Philly!
I pour myself a glass of wine and taste it - horrid! At that time I was used to drinking a half-way respectable wine; Kendall Jackson Chardonnay. I end up guzzling the nearly full bottle of Gallo down the dish drain.
Now I proceed out to the back patio with a strawberry Philly and a sharp knife prior to Thanksgiving dinner. If I recall correctly, a Philly is already punched but I sliced the head of the cigar off anyways and the wrapper starts unraveling instantly. I use my saliva to decently apply the wrapper back on and pull out a zippo lighter. I start applying the flame to the foot of the Philly (dare I say cigar?) and pandemonium strikes...
The Philly breaks clean off in the middle - nearly in two equal pieces! I can still remember the top half falling to the ground, my jaw dropping with the remaining half drooping out of my mouth like a limp stick and subsquent tears of mixed laughter and anger.
I go ahead and try lighting what half I have left and it didn't take me but less than a minute to realize that this thing was smoking worse than the snubbed-out-in-my-pocket-overnight-domestic-monte I had a month prior!
Ever since that day, I got online and started searching for cigar forums and thankful I did. Boy, have I come a long way...
P.S. The chocolate Philly is up for sale in the trading room! :rofl: