I've quit smoking for a few months now and I've had no regrets whatsoever - until now.
I peeked inside my humidor and found one Cohiba Piramides and one Cohiba Lanceros left. Oh boy, just opening the box and sniffing those cigars made me sooo horny. I thought, what the hell, I've never inhaled cigar smoke anyway so it's not like smoking, and I don't want to smoke at all. But the pleasure of a cigar... Well, that's just something else.
So, confident in my being in no danger of picking up smoking again, I grabbed the cutter, cut the Piramides, poured me a glass of Armagnac, sat in my favorite armchair, lit the piramides, and... eew, yuck and triple yuck!
But it's a cigar. As cigar smokers know, the first third tastes like hay, the second third is great, and the final third tastes like manure. So I kept at it, but it kept getting yuckier and yuckier. And I kept getting sicker and sicker. And the lounge kept smelling fouler and fouler.
So I put it out. There goes a very nice 60 euro cigar
I opened up all the window and went take a shower to get the stench off my hair. The house stinks to high heaven and it's gonna be that way for a long while.
Dammit, smoking a good cigar and mellowing out for a couple hours used to be as good as an orgasm - well, perhaps I'm exaggerating just a little... Not being able to enjoy a good cigar anymore feels like having lost something dear to me right now.
But no worries, vaping has given me much more than it's taken away from me, and the piramides hasn't given me the urge to smoke again in the slightest. Quite the contrary. Still, I feel empty inside somehow.
I peeked inside my humidor and found one Cohiba Piramides and one Cohiba Lanceros left. Oh boy, just opening the box and sniffing those cigars made me sooo horny. I thought, what the hell, I've never inhaled cigar smoke anyway so it's not like smoking, and I don't want to smoke at all. But the pleasure of a cigar... Well, that's just something else.
So, confident in my being in no danger of picking up smoking again, I grabbed the cutter, cut the Piramides, poured me a glass of Armagnac, sat in my favorite armchair, lit the piramides, and... eew, yuck and triple yuck!
But it's a cigar. As cigar smokers know, the first third tastes like hay, the second third is great, and the final third tastes like manure. So I kept at it, but it kept getting yuckier and yuckier. And I kept getting sicker and sicker. And the lounge kept smelling fouler and fouler.
So I put it out. There goes a very nice 60 euro cigar
Dammit, smoking a good cigar and mellowing out for a couple hours used to be as good as an orgasm - well, perhaps I'm exaggerating just a little... Not being able to enjoy a good cigar anymore feels like having lost something dear to me right now.
But no worries, vaping has given me much more than it's taken away from me, and the piramides hasn't given me the urge to smoke again in the slightest. Quite the contrary. Still, I feel empty inside somehow.
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