When I was 15 (or maybe 16? right around that time) I was on vacation with my family. My father and brother were having cigars on the porch of this cabin on a lake in the Tennessee Mountains. I was sitting out there (I'd assume that I was incessantly whining) and said the smelled so good and that I wanted one. Dad gave me a Double Helix and I
loved it. It became a special treat for me at about once or twice a year until I turned 18. Then I turned 18.
