With the economy cutting back, last year I was invited to just one party. I was happy because I finally closed a sale I was working on for 5 years. I was having a great time, but realized I forgot the two cigars I bought to celebrate. It must of been obvious how upset I was, since a stranger came up to me and handed me a cigar, and said enjoy. I felt bad. The only one he had, until a few minutes later, he had another?? Baffeled, I went up to him, and explained to him, why it was so important and thank you for the cigar, but I noticed you had another. He said follow me. Well in the corner of the catering hall, was a cigar roller, rolling several varieties of cigars. I never saw him. By the end of the night I had several different kinds in my pocket, and had my fill as well celebrating “THE BIG SALE”! Christmas could not have been better.

– Kevin S

Well I fish alot and smoke cigars a REAL lot and had an interesting experience with both June. Me and my fishing bud Big Dave went out in Long Island sound to fish for Bluefish and Striped bass. We were both about to light up our third stogie on a slow fishing day when I said to Dave, “let me give you something special” and we proceeded to light up two long Tatuaje Frankensteins I had been saving. They were about 8″ long and looked really tasty. So we fired right up and and about three or four puffs into the smoke, Dave’s line screams and he has a beast of a bluefish on.

This past winter there was a full lunar eclipse on the winter solstice December 21, 2011). After watching the majority of it, I came inside and wrote the following, all the while thinking of my cousin that I had lost. Her and I spent uncountable summer nights of our childhoods at our grandparents’ farm lying on the cool grass, watching the endless sky.

I’d like to tell you the story of how I became a lover of cigars. I started working for a Ford dealership a little over a year ago. Last August I had a customer come in to look at the new F150. It became an instant friendship. This guy is as cool as they get. He was a retired sheriff. And looked like a mean, mean man. But was so nice.

I worked for an advertising firm, representing a large candy company. A meeting was called to try to get the candy company to increase their budget. We met with the president who didn’t want to spend more money, after a very long meeting, which he stood firm. We all went to lunch and then back to his office. He had a beautiful humidor on his desk and offered a cigar. I accepted. He looked at me and his expression told me he didn’t believe I was a cigar smoker. He then offered me his cutter. I declined and took out my own, which was on my key chain. He looked at me and said “anyone who smokes cigars is honest, you have your budget increase”

–Leonard R.

I grew up in a little town in rural Pennsylvania. We lived in a small house, deep in the woods, and from early age I was used to the surrounding wildlife. I enjoyed listening to the Turkey calling at dawn, and the wolves wailing at dusk but I was not prepared to the following encounter which happened several years ago.

My Dad picking me up one Feb. morning to go trout fishing in Western NC. Riding to our local fishing spot we fire up our La Glorias saved for such an occasion. We had an inch of snow or so overnight, and there was fog frozen on all of the trees. As we arrive and get out of the truck, string and bait our poles, the sun peeks over the ridge. We walk down to the creek smoking our cigars and talking quietly, to stand at the fishing hole.