When really young (6or8) tried my uncle's Philly cijars, tasted like cardboard. In my twenties, Amish sweets, they were good. 30s finally smoke sum imports, haven't turned back since.
Best complement: take that sh*t out side, after about half hour and everybody is outside with me, the boss comes out and said "your the only one I ever let smoke in side" , I said"drinks are on me". He still's throws everybody else out, even when they bitch about me, but I got to bring my own ashtray.