|Tobacco Shop on Main Street, Disneyland|
After the Disneyland Tobacco Shop closed in 1991, I did not encounter anything tobacco until I was in college in the late 90s, where like many students, I tried smoking cigarettes for the first time in my life. Fortunately, the habit did not stick, although I did enjoy the scent of cloves. And cigars - well, who in the world smoked cigars? Older men in expensive suits making deals in secret offices? Pre-embargo revolutionary Cubans? George Burns? Certainly not women, and certainly not me. The smell of most cigars reminded me of exhaust fumes.
Then one day, I discovered what a really good cigar was supposed to taste like. I didn't realize that most of the cigars I'd encountered throughout my life were the cheapo "It's A Boy/Girl" variety. A truly good, quality cigar is sweet, smooth, and delicious - much like the smell of the tobacco from Main Street, Disneyland. It is something you can enjoy on a tranquil and mild spring day on your back porch. It doesn't even bother a slight asthmatic like me, because it's less about inhaling the smoke and more about the subtle taste.
|Smoking a Cigar on the Back Porch|