When you are out and about in a town and you get a slipstream whiff of a good cigar, does it drive you nuts? And what do you do?
I'd been playing for three hours this late afternoon at a reasonable club. When we were carrying out the PA after the gig - arms lifting heavy speakers, and so on - I had to walk past/through the banished smokers on the steep steps of the club.
And then I got a whiff... and I knew it was a Cohiba.
I don't know what you guys do, but my nostrils flair. Not quite like Kenneth Williams... but I go on to red alert and try to spot where it's coming from, and who's working it.
This time it was a guy who had seen us play. I congratulated him on his smoke, and said it made me hungry. (To be frank, I wished he'd offered me a toke, but it didn't come).
I've had the same thing in reverse. The best time was in a pub in Bruges, Belgium, when several guys at a nearby table came over to inspect my cigar and congratulate me on my choice. (Another Cohiba moment).
My wife finds this 'bonding' between cigar smokers very bizarre!
In reverse, I cannot stand people who react the other way and who start going on about you smoking outside a cafe, for example. It's completely legitimate, yet some folk think they can behave like Nazis. I wish they'd react to the cigarette smokers.
There are one or two makes of British cigarettes that smell to me like a mixture of Duraglit... and shit. They don't smell natural and alive like good cigars.
The Cohiba moment today excited my senses. It's a beautiful thing, and I wondered if any of you also become like Exocets seeking out the scent source of a beautiful Cuban when it smacks your nostrils up?
I'd been playing for three hours this late afternoon at a reasonable club. When we were carrying out the PA after the gig - arms lifting heavy speakers, and so on - I had to walk past/through the banished smokers on the steep steps of the club.
And then I got a whiff... and I knew it was a Cohiba.
I don't know what you guys do, but my nostrils flair. Not quite like Kenneth Williams... but I go on to red alert and try to spot where it's coming from, and who's working it.
This time it was a guy who had seen us play. I congratulated him on his smoke, and said it made me hungry. (To be frank, I wished he'd offered me a toke, but it didn't come).
I've had the same thing in reverse. The best time was in a pub in Bruges, Belgium, when several guys at a nearby table came over to inspect my cigar and congratulate me on my choice. (Another Cohiba moment).
My wife finds this 'bonding' between cigar smokers very bizarre!
In reverse, I cannot stand people who react the other way and who start going on about you smoking outside a cafe, for example. It's completely legitimate, yet some folk think they can behave like Nazis. I wish they'd react to the cigarette smokers.
There are one or two makes of British cigarettes that smell to me like a mixture of Duraglit... and shit. They don't smell natural and alive like good cigars.
The Cohiba moment today excited my senses. It's a beautiful thing, and I wondered if any of you also become like Exocets seeking out the scent source of a beautiful Cuban when it smacks your nostrils up?
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