Your Best Moment

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i would like to hear about your most memorable smoke. And don't skimp on the details. I did find one thread that came kinda close to asking people to do this but it just didn't come out and say it. so i am. TELL ME YOUR STORIES!!!

You all know what I'm talking about that one memory that really stands out. It could be the one about you out in the boat with your son fishing, watching the morning fog slowly roll over the glass still lake. Catching the first glimpse of the sun as she peeks over the old oaks.

or

it could be the one with you sitting naked in a bean bag chair eating Cheetos watching Baywatch.

I really hope alot of people praticipate in this. I like sitting around with my friends talking about stuff like this so i thought i would bring it to the forum.
 
This is a good topic...I haven't posted in a while, so I'll bite.


I've got a couple moments that stick out in my mind. I'll start with my first cigar ever.
I was going fishing with my uncle, who comes down here from Maryland every winter. We were riding in the truck on our way to a fishing hole he knows, and he held up a cigar and asked if I wanted one. At first I declined, and that was fine. He lit up and we continued on our way. After a bit, I was enjoying the aroma from his smoke, so I asked him if I could have that cigar now. He grinned real big and handed me one, showed me how to cut it and fire it up, and so pretty shortly I was puffing away contentedly. I think I ended up smoking two or three cigars that day. Since then it's been a sweet adventure.


A year or two into this adventure, and I'm a member of these boards and I'm smoking two or three cigars a day. This led to that, and I wound up going to Chicago for a sit down. I got to meet Alex and Thor and Ryan and a bunch of other cool people. I had in my possession a Davidoff Culebra that I had won in a contest on these very boards. I'd been saving it for an occasion such as this. Finally I pulled it out and untied the band that held the three entwined cigars. I gave one to Thor, and the other I gave to his dad. Being a selfish mook, I kept the other for myself. I ended up smoking five or six cigars that day, but that three in-one Davidoff was the most memorable.
 
To date mine's pretty simple, and repeated itself a few times with different sticks ...

It's 60 degrees and dry (dry is relevant as I live in Seattle ;) ) and that dusk hour where it's not exactly dark and the green in the trees looks REALLY green. I'm sitting on the front stoop, watching traffic and the sunset. Glenlivet Nadurra with a single ice cube on my right, ashtray on my left, and a Diamond Crown Maximus in my hand.
 
Two actually.....short and sweet..........


The MX2 I had when my daughter was born

AND

The Forbidden X I had when I came home (the second time) from Iraq.
 
Good Stories

wolfdaddy to great stories, love the detail.

Brenivin i get those moments sometimes when im climbing. ill get to the top of a pitch and turn around and world just seems more alive. i need to catch one with a fine stick in hand, but i dont think my belayer would like me sitting up there for about an hour-n-half.

And devildog, they dont have to be long stories to be good ones. Both Those occasions deserve a fine stoggie. i appreciate the posts.

But come on guys i know all yall reading this have a story so lets hear em.
 
It was a beautiful summer day , not a cloud in the sky about 75F just before noon, I had about 2 hours to kill before my next class so I pulled out a Fuente Cannone & headed for the little park at the corner on Liberty Ave in Down town Pittsburgh a short walk from my office , I sat on the bench facing the waterfalls & lit up , just after I took my first few puffs I realized I didn't have a cup of coffee , so I laid the cigar in the bush next to the Bench & walked across the street to the drug store for the coffee, when I came back in less than 3 minutes there was an old Homeless guy sitting where I had been, he is Puffing MY cigar , well I didn't have an other cigar with me so I sat down next to him & we started to converse, he was telling me all about how he "Found" this great cigar still lit , How could anyone just walk away from a great cigar like this he asked, I didn't say that it was mine I just chuckled & agreed he had a fortunate day to Find such a Gem. he told me of his days in WWII & how he liked to Drink a bit , his family had all passed away he didn't have any relatives & he wanted to see America so he went on a self directed tour about 15 years ago , his favorite city was San Diego & he hated Boston in the winter, as well as Chicago , Cleveland ,Detroit,, but he didn't mind Pittsburgh in the winter as much as the rest of the Northern city's , he was heading for Key West next , cause there is a little smoke shop there where he knows he can earn a few bucks cleaning up the place , he is a guy with a masters in electrical engineering , collecting a nice retirement check every month still has a bank account , living where ever he wants or can , a Hobo with a checking account & credit cards , dammmmmmmmm , he never has to pan handle but never passed up an opportunity to get something for free, we talked till the cigar was finished, I told him it was nice talking to him & I might see him the next day, & he told me he was headed for the river to get a ride south to New Orleans on a river barge & head to Fla. the next morning, we parted then & all I can remember is the aroma of the cigar.
 
Wow Vince, that's pretty awesome. And I'll agree, Pittsburgh is the only city I've ever cared for during winter.
 
I have a lot of those moments. There is one that really stands out though.

I had been up since 6am and spent pretty much an entire Saturday doing various forms of volunteer work. I got home around 8pm, fired up my grill and cooked a couple of ribeyes for me my lady, spent some quality time with her, put her to sleep, then went and sat on the balcony alone. Had a 100 Anos Corona and a glass of iced tea. Nothing too special about the day, I just felt blessed to have been able to give of myself and then come home to her, a steak and a great cigar.
 
those are both really good stories Vince and Cloudy. The part i like so much is that the stories really weren't about the cigars themselves but about the event that encompassed the smoke. Thanks for posting and i hope people will keep'em coming.
 
Well, I've had so many good cigars in nearly 11 years of smoking them, and so many nice experiences, that it's hard to say there's been a "best moment." My most memorable cigar moment was September 13, 2001, two days after 911.

I was living upstate, 70 miles or so north of midtown Manhattan in the house I lost to foreclosure in January of this year. The problems that would eventually lead to me losing the house were already rearing their ugly head long before that night, Thursday, September 13, 2001.

I had a girlfriend at the time. I was making a lot more money up until the end of the year 2000, and then those circumstances began to chop in to my income. The year 2001 had been a pretty bad one, as the parade of circumstances, namely budget cuts, outsourcing, health problems, injuries, and family troubles had hurt my income up until that point during the year. But in September, if you're a word processing operator temping at the giant law firms, you usually can count on a surge of work in September, that during good times will usually put you back on track, at least financially.

But 911 killed all that, and the giant law firms in NYC have ceased to be the work factories they once were. I was taking care of my girlfriend's dog that week, as she was on a cruise with her mother. I commuted back and forth between the house in Fishkill, and her apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, using it as a base to go to my midnight shifts. During this time I was also watching and caring for her little pug.

So Thursday night, the wind had shifted direction from the Ground Zero area, and began blowing uptown carrying that horrible haze of particulates that included asbestos, pulverized concrete, a bunch of other things, and of course pulverized citizens of New York City, as well as some foreign nationals. The stench from the area had, along with the haze, blanketed all of Manhattan, and reports of same from further uptown in the Bronx would also be in the next day's news.

My ex-girl's apartment didn't have the greatest air circulation in the world, but as I stepped out with the pug for that night's walk, into the night air of the Upper East Side, at least five miles from Ground Zero, I could smell the horrid odor everywhere, with every step. I could also feel the tiny particulates in my eyes, irritating them. I had looked forward to this walk and this cigar, as it was a new one for me. Memory escapes me, but I do believe it could well have been a Fuente, the one where they put Opus X filler inside a different wrapper that had been stored in cognac barrels. I can't remember the name.

It doesn't matter what the name was, and what cigar I smoked that night. Every step of the way, all the way up to Fifth Avenue from Second Avenue, and all along Museum Mile and back down Lexington Avenue, and eventually back over to 76th St. and Second Avenue, the flavor of that cigar was the same.

The cigar tasted like the haze that was over the city. It tasted like that horrible smell that surrounded me, everywhere I went. At the time I had been going down to a facility two blocks from the former World Trade Center for physical therapy related to a severe head injury earlier that year. The facility had closed for a while, but when I resumed visiting there, the smell lingered on for months. I also have a couple of my freelance word processing clients in that area. For months afterward, stepping off the subway blocks away, you could smell that horrid odor. My 11 years in the funeral business told me that was more than just asbestos and concrete dust, along with office furniture.

September 13, 2001, a memorable cigar, because no matter what it was, it tasted like smoking the haze from Ground Zero. Even every breath tasted like the haze.
 
It was a Creedo Pythagoras along with a large snifter of Pierre Ferrand Reserve. Smooth creamy smoke and its draw was invisible. I quit smoking cigars because I can't get the Creedo's any longer.
 
There she laid naked in front of me......Oops wrong story.

Ehmm, monday morning the soul of the city was not up yet, surrounded by beautiful buildings i took out the C.com corojo and lit it up. First time i tried it, smiled after a few puffs. The bay wind at my face and i closed my eyes, waiting for the sun to wake me......
 
Malim said:
There she laid naked in front of me......Oops wrong story.

to H3ll with the cigar story, lets get back to what you started ! hahahaha
 
My boys (8 & 10) had been bugging me to take them Salmon fishing. I hit the rivers when they come in to spawn, but I had never taken them. It isn't the easiest fishing, and requires a bit of patience - not a common trait in boys their age. Well, I talked mom into letting me take them out of school for a couple days. (I'm a pastor, and my weekend begins Sunday after church and I made this one last till Tuesday evening.) It was the first weekend in October, and balmy for that time of year (65). We got to Kewaunee and put up the camper and headed to the harbor. Nothing was biting, but lots of fish were jumping. I decided to head upstream to a nice hole I know, where possibly we might tag into a few Chinook.

Getting to the river, I got them set up to fish. Then, I sat back and loaded a Castello with Gawith & Hoggarth Louisiana Flake. We ended up catching on Salmon that night. Gave it to a couple from Iowa that had been there for the weekend and hadn't landed a fish.

The next morning, we were up before daybreak. Ate some breakfast, and headed out with cups of hot chocolate and coffee. As the false dawn arrived, the first fish hit. My youngest landed it after about 40 minutes and shouts of, "dad you don't need to hold me, I won't fall in."

I lit up a Punch double maduro Rothschild and proceeded to net two more fish for them - one each - before that cigar played out.

About 11:30, they asked to go have lunch. Now, with 6 fish in total between us, we headed to the fish cleaning station. Done there, we headed to the camper for stew.

After eating, we again returned to the river and caught 5 more. Quite the day! Never have had one quite like that, but we return every year. This October, on the first Sunday, we will trek to Kewaunee (or Algoma), Wisconsin for our Annual Salmon trip.

While sitting around the campfire the second week in June, I lit up a Punch double maduro Rothschild. My oldest said, "Dad, it smells like fishing!"

Yeah, my pipe and cigars always accompany me on fishing excursions.

In the humidor are two ziplock baggies. Each contains two cigars - the smokes are labeled with the birthdate, height, weight, and full name of the particular son. When they turn 18, I will open the baggie and we'll share our first smoke. Maybe we'll have to be salmon fishing.

Todd
 
Niiiiiiiiice story, Rev. I hope that day you have planned is wonderful. Fish make good eating. That's the next thing I have to learn how to add to my repertoire in the kitchen, is cooking a nice piece of fish.
 
Cooking fish isn't so hard. Caught some larger brown trout (8 lbs). After filleting them, they were cooked outside. I did blackened trout. Mmmmm... goooood.... The boys were concerned that the Cajun spices might be too much, but the were asking for seconds.

Blackening fish takes place on a cast iron skillet over the camp stove - outside. In fact, I like to cook most fish outside, it cuts down the fishy smell in the house.

If you want recipes, let me know.

Todd
 
Between you, Vince and a few others around here, we could open up a Food Forum!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!