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Best I can recall, it was a wooden tipped Tiparillo. Smoked it on the Huntington Beach Pier in either '69 or '70. I don't remember it being exactly a stellar smoke. I suppose it did set me out on Tobacco Road though.
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I was 13. We had a Boy Scout campout. We commandeered a pack of Backwoods. We are all standing there, Bream fishing, stogies in mouth. I gulped down a heaping helping of smoke and cigar spit at the same time. Next thing I remember is the taste of lake water. I had to wash it down with something.
![]() My first real cigar was actually before that. My Paw-Paw let me smoke a Henry Clay with him. I think I was around 8. I thought I was the shiznit. ![]() |
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