a little over a year ago my buddy acquired for me a backwoods grape flavored cigarillio which tasted distinctly like cheap grape pop. So for about a month I smoked cheap machine mades of all brands and sizes. Then came a magical day when I tried a Dominican sweet cognac cigar. I realized that all the turds I had smoked before were somehow inferior. One or two weeks later I asked for a suggestion from the cashier. It was a macanudo robust baron Rothschild. It was delicious the flavors blew my young mind away, but even that cigar didn't fully get me onto fine hand rolled smokes as I would still puff a B&M wine. No the real cigar that hooked me was a Cuvee blanc. The finest cigar I had ever smoked, I never again smoked a machine made and never will if I can help it. And my temptation to get some Alec Bradlys should tell you how just a year can get you so into the beauty of fine smokes
