Charlie..Let me tell you...
As I clipped the end of that glorious Bucanero Classico Maduro, my senses began to tingle with anticipation. I was to embark on a journey that others had taken and now, I too, would be along for that journey of journeys, the penicle of cigar smoking pleasure. As raised my hand to place this gift from the cigar gods on my lips, my hands shaking with the pure adrenalin rush that was the moment, I paused to reflect and gather all that was around me. To make sure that all was right before I put flame to this piece of exquisite craftsmanship, a veritable work of art. The flame tickled the foot of the Classico glowing red. I placed it in my mouth and began to draw. The draw...oh the draw...it was from the GODS! The smoke filled my mouth, swirling on my palate, as I waited, I wiated to taste the NECTOR OF THE GODS! I exhaled and.....
Threw that dog rocket in the butt can.
