First ever was a nice watermelon gas station stick (tubo no less!). Haha, yeah...my cousin offered it to me so we could christen our day out riding bikes around these little dirt jump trails at the age of about 15. His brother had gone away to college and had bought them as a parting gift for him, so we broke em out of his sketchy backpack, lit em up, and continued riding cigar en mouth. Good times
First real cigar was probably about age 17. My brother and I had spent weeks building a patio in my parents backyard; fill dirt, stonedust, flagstone, fire pit, etc. He had already been occasionally smoking for a few years and provided me with a brickhouse robusto to commemorate the first fire on that patio. It's still there solid as ever and brickhouse is still my go to. Go figure
First real cigar was probably about age 17. My brother and I had spent weeks building a patio in my parents backyard; fill dirt, stonedust, flagstone, fire pit, etc. He had already been occasionally smoking for a few years and provided me with a brickhouse robusto to commemorate the first fire on that patio. It's still there solid as ever and brickhouse is still my go to. Go figure
