This is my first ever blog.
I was wondering what to put in it. I mean it must be worthy of the first blog. I was constantly thinking of the topic worth sharing.. particularly as the first ever blog
Then just now, this came across my mind. A first time ever event is worth putting as the first time blog. So here it is. It may seem a regular experience but for me it was one on the best. Since long, I was fascinated by the thought of smoking an authentic hand rolled cigar. I belong to a small town called Jamnagar, in India. We don’t find authentic hand rolled cigar in out town. And what is available is a cheap cigar with no taste or quality. Whenever we friends craved a cigar, this was all we had.
Last month the opportunity arose. My close friend went to US and I asked him to bring an authentic hand rolled Cuban cigar for me. And wonder o wonders…. he managed to bring one. It was not Cuban though, it was from Dominican Republic. The name was “partagas rothschild”. I was quite an impressive pack. I was amazed to have it in my hand.
I belong to a family where smoking is not taking lightly. So when my mum knew it was cigar. She said flatly that OK, NOW THAT YOU HAVE THIS, SMOKE IT OFF.
My wife was just there, she knows me very well. She said no mom, he wont smoke it now. He will wait for the appropriate company for this.
This is very much true too. I bet you bring any kind of cigar or drink, be it any expensive, but if you don’t have the best companion to share it with, it’s worthless. And in my close group, we have tendency to preserve such rarities for one another. So I waited for my friend.
THE TIME CAME. My friend paid a visit to my home and he was here for two days. On the very first day we opened the pack. The smell of the stick itself was quite fantastic. We both knew we needed to cut the cigar, but none of us had enough knowledge to decide which was the end of the stick to be cut.
I was excited by the thought of putting the stick between my teeth and suck a deep puff out of it. Somewhere I heard that “A CIGAR MUST BE LIT WITH A WOODEN MATCH STICK ONLY. A LIGHTER RUINS THE TASTE”. I was excited by this too and was ready with the match box. With out cutting the cigar I went on to lit one end of the stick which seemed the burning end and it was the one too.
I put the cigar between the teeth and sucked the first puff. Pulled my diaphragm up to my pelvis but nothing came in. DISAPPOINTED. Did it again. Nothing happened. My friend did the same but he failed too. Then we both understood the importance of cutting the cigar.
Now we didn’t know how to and how much is to be cut. Here helped the google. We noticed the demarcation on the mouth end of the cigar too. We didn’t have the cigar cutter man!!!! I took the kitchen knife and did the amputation!!!!
Amazing it was….. I mean cutting a Cigar with a kitchen knife… it was our desperation for smoking that superb cigar.
Now we were all set for the cigar. It was me who took the first puff… and my god!!!! now I had the real taste of an authentic cigar. I took it deep. It filled my nose and chest. An indescribable taste it was. But only of its kind. Some burnt, some bitterness, some smoked, some astringent…. all this in one puff… but not exact yet…. make everything strong… now its the exact feeling you have during the first puff.
I passed the cigar to my friend. He took his share and he was also down with the feel… all hand down… satiated…. now again my turn…. I smoked the second puff and the room was spinning a bit…
We kept on smoking the stick and finished it by approximately 70%… this was it for us. I then put out the cigar and saved the rest for the next day.
This was one of the best experience… we both remained in Nirvana for around 2 hours then and it was the best time….
I guess this was an experience worth sharing….