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It's a long story, but I will try to make it a short one. The first influence on me - and a couple of friends who have since taken the leaf - is The Chap magazine. Yes, I know it is a curious reason. For any of you who have not picked up a copy, the magazine seems to be a playful, perhaps satirical reflection on Britain's halcyon days of culture, when men wore good jumpers, and smoked pipes and other unadulterated leaf.
I took a look at a couple of the editions, and went to the local tobacconist. I first of all bought a pipe, and - remember, I had never smoked proper before - some Dunhill 965. The smell made me wretch, and it was a problem trying to cover up the fumes from my family -- who still to this day do not know I have ever taken the leaf.
From then on, I had a love for the look of cigars, the look of the people smoking them, and the smell. I bought a pack of Cafe Cremes, and liked them. The rest is history. I have gone from cigarillos to Cubans, back to European Dannemans and over to Dominicans. I smoke once or twice a week - and will stop writing here. It is bad being a cigar exile, especially with the immediate family in close reach!
I took a look at a couple of the editions, and went to the local tobacconist. I first of all bought a pipe, and - remember, I had never smoked proper before - some Dunhill 965. The smell made me wretch, and it was a problem trying to cover up the fumes from my family -- who still to this day do not know I have ever taken the leaf.
From then on, I had a love for the look of cigars, the look of the people smoking them, and the smell. I bought a pack of Cafe Cremes, and liked them. The rest is history. I have gone from cigarillos to Cubans, back to European Dannemans and over to Dominicans. I smoke once or twice a week - and will stop writing here. It is bad being a cigar exile, especially with the immediate family in close reach!
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