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Have My Own Room
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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!"
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"It's the cigars that bring us together, but it's the people that cause us to stay."
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Shepard of the sheeple
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I would say the most memorable is being able to share a smoke with any one of the BOTL/SOTL on here. I am most fortunate to have some great friends that are close that I share smokes with. I am also fortunate to share a smoke from time to time with family, my brother to be in fact. Anytime I share a smoke with anyone it is memorable.
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