Hello. New member here.
Childhood memories of delicious-smelling pipe tobaccos and the cigars smoked by my grandfather, even the humble De Nobili, American cousin of the Toscano. I remember Edie Adams singing “Hey Big Spender” for Muriel cigars on the black and white TV. Weird feeling when the Rembrandt-ish painting on a cigar box came to life and the men portrayed sang in harmony, “Step up to Dutch Masters and smile, brother, smile.” Te-Amo cigar signs in the candy stores.
In high school, smoking in the lunchroom was not discouraged by the priests who ran the joint, so as freshmen