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 |
yes maame; there is nothing like a good henpeckin and a mean cup of coffee from a good woman to help a man see the error of his ways but envy any man with a woman who smokes a cigar whenever she sees fit and you will also wish upon the wishing star for the same woman who is also understanding and makes time for herself in order to devote herself to everything and everything else in and around her own life/home. Most women squawk at the first excuse about why they should hate cigars especially if daddy did not smoke them but not her, she accepts the theory of spending on a good cigar versus dropping too much money on friends and self in one visit to a watering hole for drunks or with convenience friends. Give me such a woman, a good cigar when I deserve it, a porch, my guitar, harmonica, etc. and there will be a picture of me next to the word happiest inside the latest dictionary. Joe Chicago
ReplyDeleteI get it, this is only for the beaners and the brazer trash to comment, my mistake I was looking at cigar labels for an art project and the story caught my attention, just someone from Chicago. greaser Joe
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