Romancing the Smoke

I was about 15 years old when I smoked my first Cuban cigar. It was a high end seal that I got from my father's store. My love of a good cigar started as a child. Often, I would sit quietly to one side as the men would smoke their after dinner cigars.


My reason for trying them was more romantic than a true desire to smoke. Something akin to a right of passage I felt escaped me being a girl in a male dominated society.