Cigar smoking is a very old world pursuit. Whenever I light up my favorite cigar I am always reminded of my father puffing away on one at the end of a long and tiring day at work. With cigar on one hand and a glass of his favorite whiskey on the other, that image has been indelibly printed in my mind along with images of my dad and his brothers having a fun time while partaking of my fatherâ€™s cigar stash.
I am now an adult and have acquired (some say inherited) my fatherâ€™s passion for cigars. I actually welcome this as it gives me a chance to reconnect with my father even though he has already passed away. Who wouldâ€™ve thought that our shared love for cigars would serve as an instrument in reconnecting with my dad? Sometimes when I really miss him I just light up a cigar, get a glass of whiskey and toast to him â€“ â€œHereâ€™s to you dad.â€