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a RyJ (have no clue which one, or even if it was a cuban version of a RyJ)

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A friend in college from Chicago used to steal cubans from his old mans humi. Mid 80s. Dont even recall what they were. That was of course after several bong sessions so who cares right? Great weed, great scotch, great cigars!  Great times! 

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Short story. In 1983 I was about 25 years old, a guy I worked with smoked cheap cigars during work. I enjoyed the smell and decided to give it a try. Been enjoying cigars since. 

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1995.. first year in college, I bought a box of Monte no1’s from a classmate. Dry. Neglected. Smoked them too fast and they were hot and peppery. But they appealed to me nonetheless for some reason so would smoke different brands every now and then from that time forward.

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My first one was at about 11 or 12 years old, most likely a swisher or Dutch masters. Our next door neighbor would fish 3 or 4 evening a week and I'd go with him when I got home from school. Bugs would be horrible most days but I noticed they never bothered him. He gave me one of his cigars to help keep the bugs from buzzing me.  Used to only smoke them when fishing or camping and went a bunch of years before I picked it back up about 2 or 3 years ago. 

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A habana club in '87 at age 16.  They were pretty awful, but they cost $7 dollars at the time so they should be good, right?  At 18 I moved to Tucson and experienced real cubans  (and lots of fakes) in Nogales.  In other words, I remember what a shit shit stick tastes like.

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About 30 years ago when I was 18 I used to party a lot. One guy that would show up to our parties was this older dude, around 30, named Bob. Bob enjoyed pint glasses filled with old smuggler scotch and cigars. 

I wanted to be that cool. So I developed a taste for scotch, which I somewhat refined in later years while living in NYC through the 90s at this place doing single malt nights every Monday over on 11th. Landmark tavern I think it was.

Anyway, the cigar thing fascinated me and so I went to the Dunhill store nearby. Grabbed myself a montecristo #2 and smoked it. Fell in love right there on the spot. Walked out with a PG petite corona and an Ashton #10. 

Came back next payday with a friend, we did manual labor for a sign company and we looked rough for the store. But we pooled our money to buy a box of montecristo #2s ($180 in 1992 if anyone's curious).

I knew back then that I couldn't afford cigars as a habit. They were far more addictive than drugs. I remember, distinctly, formulating this thought poolside with an Ashton #10 in my mouth.

Got my first roommate into cigars as well. We'd buy handrolls from a local cigar store when we couldn't afford stuff from Dunhill. 

Sadly, I got into healthcare and had to give them up. Turns out when hospitals subsidize your insurance they don't like you to smoke. Fortunately, that changed last year with this new job, and here I am. Now I can afford cigars, unfortunately the NC world has changed for the worse (all gimmicks and harsh cigars).

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I was 11 or 12 years old. Always wanted to try one. I saw in the Johnson Smith catalog they had giant novelty cigars. I remember it saying the tobacco was pretty good too, so I ordered one. 

The thing was about 58 x 9 inches. And I had no idea that you needed to cut a cigar! I'm looking at it thinking how can you draw through this thing if it's got a closed head? It wouldn't make any sense to make it that way if you just have to cut it anyway! Made sense to a 12 year old. Anyway, I couldn't figure out any other way, so I poked a hole in the head and it worked. 

And believe it or not, it didn't taste too bad. The tobacco really wasn't that bad after all! 

The first premium cigars I had I got when I was 13. I somehow got ahold of a Davidoff mail order catalog and I ordered a 5-pack of Zino Mouton Cadet #1. I rode my bike down to the post office and got a money order and sent it off with the order form. Came in about 2 weeks. Grabbed the package before my parents got home. 

I recall the cigars being not that great, but I think it may have been my inexperience. I didn't figure out retrohaling until a year or two later. 

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In short:covid and not being able to spend my money otherwise.

The long story:

think I was about 18 i first got in touch with cigars. My parents brought me some from the DR. Man did I enjoy the cigars, little did I knew about storing, lighting and smoking and if they were even real, they weren't cuban I think. So the experience was for me at that time amazing, felt like a man, but in the cigar realm it would be subpar. I was at that time still in school, had other interest money wise and didn't buy them again. Smoked cigarettes a few years. After my 20th till 36th I got other things to do, work, my then girlfriend now wife, bought a house, got kids... Then covid hit. No travelling, no diners, no days to the zoo, no nothing. So I closed my eyes, thought about what to do with the extra money and saw me smoking a cigar when I was 18. What also helped I got a nice raise at work. So I shredded every bit of information on storing, lighting and smoking. Bought a large Systema 7L some boveda packs, cigars (of which my first CC's were a few HUHC and some Parti Aristocrats) and the rest it history.

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in 2004 I was 29 years old and starting to make headway in my corporate job...a common occurrence at the industry conferences would be a bunch of guys smoking cigars into the wee hours and telling tall tales of their heroic accomplishments...a co-worker who has remained a friend to this day (even though our working relationship has long since passed) handed me a PSD4...I had no idea what it was or the significance of the cigar...but I instantly fell in love...and all these yeas and dollars later here we are...

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19 hours ago, Kierkegaard said:

Writing this I realize it was actually one of those moments of passage, from one age to another. I hadn't really considered it until now. I generally don't dwell on the past with much nostalgia, my life has been great, but longing for a time when nothing had come to fruition and all is potential is a human tendency. I don't wish that life, thus far, had gone different, but the anguish of time passing, does hit hard. Or at least the worry that all your time shall end and you'll never have accomplished anything, or at least had stopped to enjoy it. "It will all be over soon" seems to whisper in my mind. But it's just empty angst, I'm not worried. "What thou lovest well shall not be reft from thee, the rest is dross".

 

 

Beautiful words and thoughts, thank you for that insight, I share your thoughts.

I was 14 and in Spain at some summer camp, won some contest and first prize was a cigar.

I had smoked cigs starting at age 7 or 8 so I was happy. Smoked the damm thing ( most prob a Farias I guess, might have been a Cuban, no idea ) for half an hour and spent the same amount of time in the toilet.

Left some impression as I was fond of cigars and would enjoy them in later years until today.

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For me it was when I was about 15 year old, my aunt her husband made a bunch of money from the dot com boom and for his birthday order a bunch of Cuban cigars. I want to say it was an RyJ. Well he handed me one and I smoked me as I wanted to fit in with the guys. I did not puke but I am pretty sure I did not finish that cigar. Can’t tell you anything how it taste but It kicked off my interest in cigars and particularly Cuban cigar.


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1 hour ago, StogieSteve23 said:

Probably 13 or 14 years old I took a couple sticks from my dads humidor (he was and still is a very occasional smoker).  I think one was a Baccarat Churchill and the other a house rolled stick made by Oliva for a cigar shop that my buddies dad owned nearby. 
 

Fast forward to when I turned 16 and got my license. I needed a job. My dad asked if I’d like to go work at my friends fathers cigar shop.  I certainly did. Loved learned all about the business, different cigars/blends and how to properly enjoy one. Worked there for 4 years between high school and college summers back home. That’s where my love for good cigars really blossomed. None Cuban obviously, but a great start nonetheless. 

Hell of a job to have at that age. Kudos 

I had my first cigar around 15 or 16 with some buddies and their dads. Had no idea what I was doing and we all got sick from them, but I was hooked. Smoked what I could afford all throughout college. Some of my favorite memories were grabbing crappy macanudos from the corner store and hanging out at one of our apartment pools off campus. Graduated and moved on to nicer sticks and eventually ended up gravitating to Cubans. My wallet hates me

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1 hour ago, ChuckMangione said:

Hell of a job to have at that age. Kudos 

I had my first cigar around 15 or 16 with some buddies and their dads. Had no idea what I was doing and we all got sick from them, but I was hooked. Smoked what I could afford all throughout college. Some of my favorite memories were grabbing crappy macanudos from the corner store and hanging out at one of our apartment pools off campus. Graduated and moved on to nicer sticks and eventually ended up gravitating to Cubans. My wallet hates me

Hell of a job is right.  It was kind of an unwritten agreement between Brian (guy who owned the shop) and my father that I could smoke whenever I worked and more or less as many as I wanted.  I got a lot of good free sticks but also great discounts on boxes I wanted to buy.  His shop was about 10,000sqft (maybe more) of fully humidified space and only did box/bundle sales.  His storefront had their usual customers plus a members lounge area, but did a large deal of wholesale shipping.  

In college I always kept a humidor but didn't smoke as many cigars as before because a poor kid in college really doesn't have the funds or time to smoke a good cigar, but I enjoyed them when I could.  A few years after college I was reintroduced to cigars by a coworker and the rest is history.  Went down the Cuban rabbit hole big time after a friend of mine took a trip to the island in 2016 and brought back a mix of tubos for me (Epi 2, Short Churchill and D4s) without me knowing.  I smoked one of the D4s on the beach with him that weekend and was hooked.  The rest is history.

My wallet hates me too... 

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38 minutes ago, jay8354 said:

I blame it all on @Fuzz, it was and still is his fault for leading me on this path and all the other wallet emptying hobbies. 

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