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Well, that didn?t go as well as I hoped ?
Told my wife I fancied taking up cigars and she isn?t exactly enthusiastic (an understatement). So, I?m here ?undercover?. I live in South Wales, but work away in London a lot so I guess I will be looking for nice places to hang out for a pleasant smoke. And working out how I can make my clothes smell fragrant again overnight in a hotel room before catching the train back home!
Anyway ?
Hello all,
I?ve always loved the smell of cigars ? cheap ones, expensive ones, doesn?t matter ? and occasionally smoked before I met my wife. For lots of reasons, it was forgotten about, but everything kicked off recently when in London and I ended up walking along Oxford Street behind someone who was smoking a good cigar. The smell was heavenly and I walked right past where I was going just to hang on to that wonderful aroma.
Then, as if fate were trying to tell me something, I found my old humidor in the attic. Of course, I knew it was there all along, but it had just been forgotten. Inside? About 15 Montecristo No.4s, 5 Bolivar Coronas and 5 rather intimidating large Sancho Panzas (?), all of which I faintly recall purchasing about 12 years ago! I managed to sneak out on a couple of evenings after my wife went to bed for a Monte and a Bolivar, but, to be honest, it?s not much fun trying to smoke as quickly as possible, then eat an entire pack of extra strong mints, then think of an excuse for why I?m sleeping in the spare room, and all the time hoping the smell has gone by morning and my young daughter doesn?t call for me during the night. Goes without saying, after a long break and a little anticipation, both were still immensely enjoyable cigars and seemed to have survived their stay in the attic reasonably well. (Mind you, perhaps a well-kept cigar might convince me otherwise.)
Naturally, that?s why I told my wife, so I wouldn?t have to sneak around behind her back. Unfortunately, her reaction suggests it probably isn?t going to be something I do to wind down at home, but I think (hope?) it?s a ?don?t ask, don?t tell? position when I?m away. Just so long as I don?t rub her nose in it by coming home smelling bad (!) or leaving recent purchases lying around. To be fair, I could be doing a lot worse when away from home than enjoying a few cigars!
Sorry that?s quite a long introduction, but looking forward to getting to know you, learning a lot, following up on recommendations (and perhaps one day feeling confident enough to make a few) and, since I?m usually on my tod in London, maybe even meeting up for some conversation over a cigar or two.
I?m also new to online forums of any description, so bear with me if I screw up on protocol! Got to figure out how this all works!
All the best.
Told my wife I fancied taking up cigars and she isn?t exactly enthusiastic (an understatement). So, I?m here ?undercover?. I live in South Wales, but work away in London a lot so I guess I will be looking for nice places to hang out for a pleasant smoke. And working out how I can make my clothes smell fragrant again overnight in a hotel room before catching the train back home!
Anyway ?
Hello all,
I?ve always loved the smell of cigars ? cheap ones, expensive ones, doesn?t matter ? and occasionally smoked before I met my wife. For lots of reasons, it was forgotten about, but everything kicked off recently when in London and I ended up walking along Oxford Street behind someone who was smoking a good cigar. The smell was heavenly and I walked right past where I was going just to hang on to that wonderful aroma.
Then, as if fate were trying to tell me something, I found my old humidor in the attic. Of course, I knew it was there all along, but it had just been forgotten. Inside? About 15 Montecristo No.4s, 5 Bolivar Coronas and 5 rather intimidating large Sancho Panzas (?), all of which I faintly recall purchasing about 12 years ago! I managed to sneak out on a couple of evenings after my wife went to bed for a Monte and a Bolivar, but, to be honest, it?s not much fun trying to smoke as quickly as possible, then eat an entire pack of extra strong mints, then think of an excuse for why I?m sleeping in the spare room, and all the time hoping the smell has gone by morning and my young daughter doesn?t call for me during the night. Goes without saying, after a long break and a little anticipation, both were still immensely enjoyable cigars and seemed to have survived their stay in the attic reasonably well. (Mind you, perhaps a well-kept cigar might convince me otherwise.)
Naturally, that?s why I told my wife, so I wouldn?t have to sneak around behind her back. Unfortunately, her reaction suggests it probably isn?t going to be something I do to wind down at home, but I think (hope?) it?s a ?don?t ask, don?t tell? position when I?m away. Just so long as I don?t rub her nose in it by coming home smelling bad (!) or leaving recent purchases lying around. To be fair, I could be doing a lot worse when away from home than enjoying a few cigars!
Sorry that?s quite a long introduction, but looking forward to getting to know you, learning a lot, following up on recommendations (and perhaps one day feeling confident enough to make a few) and, since I?m usually on my tod in London, maybe even meeting up for some conversation over a cigar or two.
I?m also new to online forums of any description, so bear with me if I screw up on protocol! Got to figure out how this all works!
All the best.
don TJ and the 
Coros
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