Cigar smoke always reminds me of my grandfather. We grandkids used to gather at the foot of his favorite leather chair and beg him to blow hazy blue smoke rings into the air above our heads. It never occurred to us to blow our own smoke rings, even as adults. Cigars, like my grandfather, were from a different era.
I know, I know. Cigars aren't just for grandfathers anymore, or even just for men. And in case you missed the cigar's rebounding popularity, there are plenty of cigar magazines, cigar dinners and cigar charity auctions to remind you. What they don't...
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