A Cool Smoke and Cigar Advice (from a 21 yr old afficionado without emphysema)

(Some of this is fictional.  Read at your own discretion.)

Last night I was out on the town and what better way for someone who can’t drink to indulge themselves on the town then the next best vice… SMOKING!  Alright, but to tone things down a bit, I was in a very fancy establishment on Commercial Street, Cigar Masters (previously known as Michael’s).

Can it be said that a piece of flaming, brown, dried leaves can be cool?  Of course, and in many ways.  It could be ‘cool’ cool or it could in fact be cool in a sense of how it feels to your mouth.  I’m sure it will be very interesting to you all that I had a Rocky Patel, Decade Series last night and that the smoke was both cool and ‘cool’.  The wrapper had a great, spicy flavor but the filler must have been very light because it was the most incredibly smooth cigar I had ever experienced.  Real interesting, right?

Perhaps of more interest, I went home and had some very nice things to say about the “chick at the bar” as well.  The management is friendly and knowledgeable and the waitresses dress very professionally.  Today I came into the non-profit where I volunteer.  A similar dialog ensued…

“So, Luke.  Where’d you go last night?”

“Just went down to see a chick at the bar who was smoking.”

“Come on, Luke.  I’m a female coworker of yours, be respectful.”

“No, I didn’t mean she was smokin’.  I meant she was smoking.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“No, YOU’RE not making any sense.  I don’t know what’s so bad about saying that there was a manager at a bar who was smoking a cigar and that she was smoking and smokin’.”

“Come on, Luke.   I don’t need to hear that.”

“You’re being prude.”

“And you’re being a vulgar young man.”

“Don’t call me vulger.”  Luke pulls out a gun….

…Well, I am now blogging this from the cop laptop in the cruiser I just hijacked with my Robert DeNiro skills.  I’m on my way to Canada with a helicopter and sixty cop cars following me.  Gotta go… they’re startin’ to shoot at the tires.

Cheers People,

L Bradford Knowles