Your memorable "Cigar Smoking Experiences"

[M1903A1]

Thought of two more...that don't directly involve my smoking:

My father was a Habanophile long before I came along...and when he ran out of his stash of pre-Embargos, he gave up cigars altogether. About twenty years later a new member of his Masonic lodge turned out to be an exile Cuban, and somewhere along the way he started giving my father a Cuban cigar once in a while. My father would light 'em up on the front porch, and my bedroom window was right above. While I professed to detest smoking (product of my time I guess), the smoke would drift up into my room...and I hated to admit it, but I LOVED the smell of it.

Three times this year, while I was smoking a CC (and was nervous about complaints from nonsmokers around me), I've heard people downwind of me say "I don't know what that guy's smoking, but it smells GOOD!"