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#39 |
Missing Peter
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My first decent cigar was with my uncle at 14 or 15, but it took me another year or so to get into it. I was living in Phoenix; my buddy and I would cut classes, drive to Nogales, smoke cigars (there were actually a few legit cigars in Nogales back then), and drink Mezcal or XX. Looking back now, there were some very bad decisions made then that luckily didn't have any long term negative consequences, but that first Bolivar Belicoso Fino was definitely one of the good decisions! Sitting at a street-side cafe, smoking that strong-ass Bolivar, and shooting the sh!t with friends...that's what turned me into a cigar smoker, and that's still what it's all about to me to this day.
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