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1400 post contest

Smokyballs said:
Ok gang, I've decided that this contest doesn't have enough entries to give away my grand prize yet. What I'm going to do is to send out a super premium 5'er for the guys that got in on the original deadline(you guys will also be held higher in my judging). I'm going to extend this for one more week. I've really been enjoying these outstanding stories and I thank you all for sharing them with me!
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I thought alot more people would jump on this too.

I'm glad I got my entry in last night.

Thanks again Brad.
 
Maggs44 said:
Smokyballs said:
Ok gang, I've decided that this contest doesn't have enough entries to give away my grand prize yet. What I'm going to do is to send out a super premium 5'er for the guys that got in on the original deadline(you guys will also be held higher in my judging). I'm going to extend this for one more week. I've really been enjoying these outstanding stories and I thank you all for sharing them with me!
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I thought alot more people would jump on this too.

I'm glad I got my entry in last night.

Thanks again Brad.
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I agree Maggs44.
I am surprised at the amount of entries, considering the prizes up for grabs.

Thanks Brad
 
I too am surprised by the number of entries but I certainly do thank you Brad for the opportunity and the great stories I have read so far.
 
Yep. The others realize they can't better the stories you already have.
 
Well for what it's worth, I've enjoyed it. I enjoy writing anyway. It was a good excuse.

Thanks again Brad.
 
Smokyballs said:
So, I take it that these guys are the only ones that like my contest?
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I do not think that is the case at all. I would love to enter but I really don't have a worthy story. I am sure most here are the same way.


As a matter of fact, my best and worst cigars happen to be the same story. For Christmas about 15 years ago I gave my father several cigars. My sister had a friend that owned a cigar bar so I got her to pick them up and to buy me good one. Neither of us knew anything about cigars. Now the story moves forward three months to the end of Feb and my Dads 55th Birthday. I go to his house with a gift and my Christmas cigar. After dinner, I get him to grab one of the cigars I gave him and we retire to his office. I produce mine and we share my first cigar experience for his birthday. As I have just gotten out of the Navy, and had left when I had just turned 18, it was out first time to do anything like that as men together. It was an event I will never forget.

The worst part? Not knowing any better I had wrapped the cigar in plastic wrap and stored it in the fridge for three months. It was like smoking a piece of charcoal. It was such a good moment I was not going to ruin it so I kept going. Gawd it was horrible. I could not understand how anyone could smoke these crappy things. Didn't touch another cigar for 12 years.


Seth
 
Smokyballs said:
So, I take it that these guys are the only ones that like my contest?
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I love the contest. I just really can't think of a "worst" cigar smoking experience. Honestly, the fact that I'm smoking a cigar, even if it's terrible, usually makes whatever else is going on a little better.
 
I must admit that I didn't even look at this until Wurm did his post. Most of the contest need you to find the answer to a dozen questions about something or other and I have no idea what to look for. But here goes.

My best Cigar smoking experience had to be at the first Schlesinger's HERF. Smoked an Opus & Anejo that day. Got to meet up with some great guy's and even coyentrycat86( I kidd Bill). Funny part of this is that Tony_NY purchased a humidor to raffle off from a group buy we did. I went out to get the humidor and lock my keys in the truck.(It's all Tony's fault. You had to be a nice guy. Bastid) Now it's like 2 degrees outside and I'm freezing. How am I going to get my keys out of the truck. Wife is 2 hours away and will shoot me just for thinking it. BkCloud114 happens to have AAA. So we make the call and the guy shows up and spends the next 20 minutes getting into the truck. I'm inside watching the guy freeze. Once done I'm back into the party. A few other moments popup. I think a photo of Fast4Dr ass is floating around somewhere. He was outside talking to his Boss(girl/wife) smoking a cigarette while the rest of us were making fun of him. No Vegas rules here. I'm sorry I missed the 2nd one I know I wouldn't miss the 3rd.

The worst cigar smoking experience was when I just got on the boards and a vendor decided to give away some of his cigars for people to taste test. Being the NooB that I am I decided to jump on this. I get a 5 pack one of which is a flavored cigar. Now I smoke the first one and then realized I'm in for a world of hurt. Not that it made me sick it just sucked and I knew the other 4 where going to be the much of the same. Since I committed to doing the reviews I smoked them all even the flavored one. Since then I don't jump for those freebies anymore. I rather let someone else take a bullet for the team before I do.


Thanks for the shot.

DG
 
The wife and I lived a spell in Dayton, Ohio. It was more living in exile than anything else as Dayton never really agreed with me being born and raised in California. No offence to my Mid-West Brothers and Sisters, the cold winters and muggy summers were not my cup of tea. Anyhow, I digress, the wife and I had just returned from our wedding and honeymoon in Italy only to load all of our belongings into a trailer, hitch it up and start driving back to Cali the following day. This was the end of April, 2005. As we were leaving, can you believe it, it starts to snow! Yes snow, in freakin’ April! Well this does not deter us and we press on. Because we had two vehicles I am dragging the trailer and she is driving the Acura. She leads……I follow (still that way it seems). I figured I would let the wife go ahead a bit and light up a RyJ Bully. I crack the windows (ccccccold out there) and reach over to grab the RyJ but it has rolled off the seat and on the other side of the passenger seat. Not to be deterred, I reached over to see if I could find it blind fashion and grab it but to know avail. The next step would be to disconnect the seatbelt and try again. I stretch further and further until all I have on the wheel is a couple of fingers………..got it! I’m sure at this point the look on my face was pure victory! Now to torch this puppy! Where is the lighter? WHERE IS THE LIGHTER?! It’s in the other damn car! Its ok, I reassure myself, there is probably something flammable in here. Search the glove compartment; search the center console…..nothing. I am getting desperate now; one last place to check….the cubby on the door. Ah HA! Found a book of matches. Now, I’ll just take experience from my cig days, open the book, flip the match around to the striker and flick with the old thumb and flame away, all one handed. Uh-oh, one match left, so I better get it right the first time and hope it flames long enough to torch the foot. Carefully I flip the book of “match” open, roll the match head to the striker and flip the thumb, BINGO, we got flame Houston! I draw the flame to the foot, the cigar begins to slip from my mouth, drool is running everywhere, so I take my hand from the wheel while engaging my leg on the underside of the wheel to gain control of the cigar and complete the lighting process when BAM, a bird hits my windshield. In my shock my leg disengages as I look in the side mirror to see the victim fall to the ground behind me. It was then while watching the bird descend back to earth that I realized the trailer was way to the right and then gone, then back in the frame again. Oh sssshhhhiiiiittttt! My left hand flies off the cigar and my right drops the match to correct the issues with my backside. Heart racing, knuckles white I keep glancing in the mirrors to watch and pray as the swerving slowly comes under control. Breathing much easier, my rear back in shape, my heart rate descending back to normal……….what is that smell? Oh, my cigar! I look around to find the cigar on the floorboard just under the wheel so I retrieve it. Looks good but it is not lit. So where is the damn smell coming from? I look to the floorboard on the passenger side to see that my road map is aflame! Using my amazing skills of assessment I see my bottle of water which I grab and dump to extinguish the small blaze. Another disaster averted! It was then at this point I realized I could have lit the cigar from the blaze but then I would be a member of the Darwin Awards. I was lucky at this point that I was not a member! I finally did get to smoke the damn thing, 50 miles down the road at a service station where I purchased a 90 cent lighter for the rest of the trip.

My favorite smoking experience was also recently. My wife and I, upon our return to California, found we were to have our first child. When the fateful day arrived we labored for 42 hours to only have Charlotte delivered via C-Section but how glorious she looked! After being awake for 52 hours straight and having an opportunity to go home to shower I grabbed an Ashton ESG, a photo of our new daughter and a seat in the back yard. The smoke and the euphoria of new life created a sense of being complete and whole. All of this lent to the flavors and experience being wonderful!

Thanks for the contest Brad!
 
This is a really great idea for a contest Brad, even better is the prize pack so I will give it a go.

Because cigar smoking is intended to be an occasion of enjoyment, I would like to start with my best cigar experience.

This last new years eve, my wife and I headed over to Hickory, North Carolina to hang out with a couple of close friends for the evening. Just the fact that we were all going to be together for the night and we were getting out of the house for the weekend had me pretty excited, so I loaded up my little travel humidor with some choice smokes, along with my very best in the humidor. At that moment, I wasn't sure whether it would get smoked or not, but it was a possibility.

I spent my first 20 years growing up in a small town in Northwest Iowa. It's a very simple place and away from all the hustle and bustle of the city. Without question it made me who I am today and gave me some of the personal traits that I hold dearest, and can't wait to pass on to my children when they arrive and begin to learn. One of those traits is a love for things that really have some culture to them. Places you can go, or things that you can see or touch that really have meaning to them. It can be something as simple as a nice sunset, or some antique farm equipment that has been restored. One of my fondest memories as a kid is this small little bar out in the middle of nowhere that I used to go to with my dad. Great times. So on with my story.

We headed out for the day on Saturday with no real plans. Honestly, I don't remember what we did the first part of the day, but the girls were getting hungry and we were getting thirsty for a beer, so Greg suggests that he has just the place for us. Onwards, to the Olde Hickory Tap room. Upon arrival at the tap room, I immediately was excited. Its downtown in the olde district, and when I walked into this place, my eyes lit up. This particular place brews their own beer, but on top of that they must have 80-100 different types of beer on tap. What more could a guy ask for on a Saturday afternoon when he is on a mini-vacation? As we were seated, I took a moment to look around at my surroundings to see hundreds of personal beer steins hanging from the ceiling above the bar, a scotch collection that would make AVB proud, and they even had a humidor in the back. Greg took care of ordering us our first beer, a seasonal brew, the Scotch Ale. To date, this was my very first scotch ale, and I as took a sip, and then happily a larger gulp, I knew this would be the time and place for my best smoke. I couldn't be happier at that moment. To be with my wife and close friends just made the day great!

Sitting on the table in front of me was my little travel humidor. I reached for it and pulled out a nice Padron 1926 #1 for my friend Greg, and with eagerness in my eyes, I went for it, my one and only Padron Millenium. By this time, the girls were deep in conversation and a martini or two. Greg and I were working on our second beer. I handed him my cutter and lighter, and took a moment to admire the beauty that was about to be enjoyed. The construction was flawless, the smell...amazing! A smile was seen ear to ear on my face, and yet I hadn't even lit the smoke yet. I carefully clipped the end of the cigar. Pre-light draw was perfect, and I procedded to carefully toast the end of it, and slowly lit the cigar. With a couple decent puffs, it was already burning perfectly, and the draw was amazing. From start to finish, that never changed.

The next hour and a half was without a doubt the most enjoyable time I have had yet smoking a cigar. Special occasions are just that, they are special. Everything about that day made that cigar even better, and I can't imagine changing a thing about it. But for the hour and a half that cigar lasted, it burned perfect, and I enjoyed every single puff of it. I did it in a relaxed happy state, and I will remember it all of my days.

Olde Hickory Brewery

Now onto my worst cigar experience.

First of all, I can't imagine having much to say about my worst cigar experience, because it was just that, a shitty experience.

When I first started smoking cigars a few years back, I had a close friend of mine send me a care package of his favorite smokes. At that time, he was stationed in Afghanistan, active duty army guy. I tried to keep him stocked up with goodies such as beef jerky, baby wipes, and magazines. He in turn sent me a nice selection of his favorite cigars with a hand written description of each one and what I should expect. Well, too bad he didn't say anything about what it tastes like to eat incense right off the stick.

I don't know at what point I decided to smoke the cigar-poor excuse for one-but I can say with confidence, it was the nastiest shit I ever experienced. Three words. ACID-KUBA-KUBA. Everyone has their own tastes etc, and to each their own, but DAYAM. How anyone manages to smoke these things on a regular basis is beyond me. It sucked so bad, on SSSOOO many levels. It didn’t burn right, it didn’t stay lit, and most of all, it has the most putrid nasty flavor you can imagine. I only made it thru about ½ the cigar, if that. For at least 3 days afterwards, I felt like I had been gargling patchouli oils.

Don't try this at home boys and girls, its just not worth it. Flavored, I'm sorry, INFUSED cigars are BAD, mmmmkay.

Thanks for the contest brad!
erick

DISCLAIMER FOR MY EDITING. I wrote this up in Microsoft word, and when I cut and pasted it, all of my comma's and apostrophes turned into square boxes, So I had to fix that. I hope that doesn't disqualify my efforts.
 
Brad the contest is kick ass. Reading the responses is like flipping through a book of amazing short stories. I would love to write something as an entry into the contest, but I don't think my stories will come even close to those I have read.

For those who submitted stuff you are all winners in my mind :thumbs:

And Brad you are a true BOTL thanks for coming up with a great idea. I personally really enjoyed reading this thread :thumbs: :thumbs:
 
Didn't enter (until now) because I'm fairly new and some of these stories so far are pretty incredible. Anyway I figured I'd give it a go, if anything for the entertainment of everyone else.

Worst:
I work in the garage a lot in my free time. I build furniture and do general woodworking. Since the wife won't let me smoke in the house, I also smoke out in the garage. Occasionally I combine my two hobbies. Now my wife is always yelling at me that my cigar is going to set the perma-cloud of sawdust on fire, but I'm not worried. However, cigars, especially lit ones, and running power tools, especially compound miter saws, don't mix. I always wear safety glasses when I'm working out there, and they have many nicks and scratches where things have flown into them. I'm at the aforementioned miter saw cutting down some 2x2 for cleats on a built in bookshelf, and smoking a cigar (cheap one, think it was an "Original Cuban" from CI). The blade hits something in the wood and the thing bucks. Now this is not an uncommon occurrence, hence the "don't put fingers near spinning blade" warnings on these things. However this small jolt knocked the cigar out of my mouth. The cigar falls into the still spinning blade which whips it back into the fence, then ricocheting back into my face, where part of the cherry breaks off and lodges under my safety glasses. Now normal human reaction is to bring your hands up to your face, but with the embers between my glasses and face, I just make things worse. After finally tearing the glasses from my face and then drowning myself with the hose, I end up with a nice 2nd degree burn less than a quarter inch from my eyeball. Doesn't look so bad now, you can barely see it when my eyes are open, but was very scary there for a while. I guess it would be smart to keep smoking and woodworking seperate, but it just seems natural to me. At least my wife doesn't get on me about lighting the sawdust on fire anymore.

Best:
 I'm at work, very late in the evening, for a Sim with NASA. Basically we simulate a shuttle launch and NASA gives us supposed problems that we then go and "fix". It's a practice run. We do these every few months to make sure all of our methods and whatnot run smoothly. It's like 2:00 a.m. and the guy in charge of going between my company and NASA comes in to the meeting with a $h!t eating grin on his face and a box of cigars. I recognize the white box with the Monte logo and start getting kind of excited. He proceeds to tell us that his wife just had their 2nd child about a half hour ago and that these cigars are to celebrate. So those few of us that smoke cigars regularly (probably 4 total) and a few people willing to try it out head out to the upstairs patio. Now this guy is a VP so he's pretty high up the executive food chain, and for him to be chatting it up with us feeble engineers handing us $10 sticks is pretty effing cool, plus I've never had a Monte before. We start joking with him that his wife is going to kill him since he was at work instead of the hospital. After almost 2 hrs out there we head back in and keep working. Since then I've met the guy a couple of times at the B&M and have had several conversations with him. He is now sponsoring me in a management fast-track rotation program within the company. I fly out for the second round of interviews next month. Who knew cigar smoking would lead to a possible promotion.


It's been cool reading everyone's stories, hope y'all enjoy mine.

spiffy
 
I've had a few interesting experiences in my short cigar smoking career.

My Worst Story: Around November of last year my girl friends grandfather was in and out of the hospital with all sorts of things wrong with him, at first it was alcoholism, then it was a knee replacement, ect. ect. This Friday afternoon we were certain it was his time to go. My girl friend had called me on my cell phone from the dorms saying that her grandpa was in awful shape and was back in the hospital and even telling the nurses that he thought he was going to pass away that night. Needless to say, I ran back to the dorms, skipped my last two classes of the day and did what I could to calm her down. Around four o`clock she told me that she wanted to catch the next bus home so that she could say goodbye to her grandpa. Throughout all this, I didn't know what to say other then I would pray for his recovery and I would light up my very best cigar for him. Suprisingly, this made her smile and asked "Are you smoking that Opus that you said you'd never smoke?" I nodded.

After I put her on the bus to go back home, I went back to my dorm room and grabbed the FFOX, my cutter and lighter. At school I usually smoked around this one part of the building, away from a lot of the traffic, a place that nobody ever went. After about a half hour of smoking it I could feel myself starting to get sick, but I had made a promise and I was not going to put it out early....This is where the bad experience comes in...just around the same time that I was beginning to feel myself getting sick, two cops come running around the corner of the building, like they were chasing after someone. It was weird though, I had a gut instinct that they were looking for me! After they ran past me the first time, they came back around to my side of the building and looked at me just sitting htere on a bench smoking my cigar. When they saw me take the next drag of my cigar, they came running up to me like I had just stolen someone's purse or something. The first officer proceeded to ask me, "What are you doing here?" Naturally, not trying to sound like an asshole, I responded "just smoking a cigar." The other cop then asked me "are you sure thats a cigar?!" Just a little side note....remember I'm not feeling so good right now and my hands were already shaking. At this point, my heart is beating a billion beats a minute and my hands can barely hold onto the cigar. I told the cop "yes I am sure its a cigar, here's the cellophane, the cedar sleeve and the label is still on it....I'm not smoking weed if thats what you were wondering" The first jackass cop responded "Mind if I smell that?" Of course I wasn't going to say no...so both of these cops take the cigar and put their noses RIGHT UP TO IT and take deep deep breaths. While this is going on, I start to get my "smart ass" attitude back and let out a laugh and then proceeded to ask "Wouldn't that be a lot of weed?" Of course now they felt stupid because it was a cigar, so they proceeded to ask me for an ID and ran a check on it. Thank god my record was clear and they finally left me alone.....of course after the Opus had put itself out. What a way to ruin a great cigar. At least I was able to smoke the rest of it for her grandfather! Oh- and he ended up living for a few months after that :)

My BEST: It was this summer, my dad was randomly diagnosed with a cancerous tumor on his kidney and he had to have surgery within the week to remove his entire kidney. My dad is the type of guy that is extremely healthy, active, loves life, so for this type of diagnosis to happen, it was unreal. After waiting for 5 days for the surgery to take place, he was operated on and the kidney (and all of the cancer cells) were successfully removed. That night, my mom was goign to stay in the hospital with my dad, so I took to the backyard with a SigloI and a few beers. I will always remember that night, just sitting in my backyard enjoying everything and thanking god from the bottom of my heart for allowing my dad to get through the operation.



Brad, thank you for allowing me to post these stories....I really liked some of the others that I read and thought that it was only proper if I posted something about me for others to hopefully enjoy. Thank you for keeping the contest open so I could tell my stories. :thumbs:
 
Brad, this is a fantastic contest and amazing prizes. I would enter, however, Marc already told my worst smoking moment with a little embellishing :blush:

So I told the bastard I get half if he wins :thumbs:
 
Mike33 said:
Brad, this is a fantastic contest and amazing prizes. I would enter, however, Marc already told my worst smoking moment with a little embellishing :blush:

So I told the bastard I get half if he wins :thumbs:
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Stop being a mooching bastard and write about the best cigar you've smoked. :sign:
 
Okay another WORST

Our local high school basketball team was playing in the state championship at St John Arena in Columbus. There were four of us who planned to get to Columbus early,and enjoy a cigar at a bar within close walking distance. I bought four OpusX and after a cocktail we moved to an out of the way corner because we knew there would be a wild crowd coming soon.

We lit up our smokes and ordered another drink. We all got about an inch or so into the cigars when this hideous, ugly, nasty, gross excuse for a female human being walked up and told us how disgusting our cigars were and insisted we put them out. These words, from her, came through a cigarette which drooped so low it was nearly burning one of her chins, I think she was wearing a purple moo-moo with three hippos fighting underneath!

I explained that this was a celebratory smoke and that these were very good cigars and while we didn't wish to be rude we didn't see the need to put them out as 3/4 of the bar was smoking something, and many were smoking cigars. She muttered a few guttural comments and walked away. Needless to say the conversation now became absorbed with this issue and not the impending game or the awesome cigars.

Five minutes later a man walked over and explained that he was "the thing's" husband and would be willing to pay our dinner/bar tab if we would put out the cigars. We left and tried to find another bar but they were all so packed we couldn't even find a place to stand together and finish the cigars.

The ordeal became much bigger than the cigars and that was a damn shame!
 
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