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Originally Posted by The Poet
Here's a quick one. I was probably 14 or so when I smoked my first cigar. That would be mid-60s, and things were more lax back then, especially in the tobacco-friendly environment of North Carolina. I don't remember specifics, but it was likely a cheap "It's A Boy!" or some-such Phillie or White Owl . . . not a great intro, but not as nasty as the Grapes or Bananas disparaged on this forum often, and a better option than a Lucky Strike or Camel. In my blissful ignorance, I enjoyed it, which is all that matters.
I recall buying my first a few years later, a five-pack of A&Cs . . . not a quantum leap, yet a step up for sure.
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Thomas, I was absolutely thrilled to switch from my Grandma's Pall Mall's to Middleton Cherries and Marlboros.
It was a life-changer for me.
I can remember wanting a Parodi cigar since I was just a little spud because Parodi sounded like pierogi, and I love pierogies.
I remember the old guys laughing and saying it'd make me puke, as if the threat of puking would somehow factor into my decision making.
