Cigar

There are plenty of things I'd like to do at least once - silly little things. Like, bungee jumping, complete a Chopin ballade (work in progress), smoking weed :), climb a mountain, perfect a butterfly kick, learn French, learn Japanese, learn German, travel alone to a distant land, jump high to perform a slam dunk... the list goes on.

Today, I've tried smoking a cigar.

After hours of web surfing on how to cut and light a cigar, I went to a tobacconist, got myself a decent cigar, light it and sat on my lawn watching the clouds move on the skies.

The brand of cigar is 'La Paz Gran Corona'. 'Gran Corona' states the size of cigar, and the cigar came from 'La Paz' somewhere in South America.

Despite its neat little package and '100% Tabaco' stamp, both attempts to disguise the cigar as a South American/Caribbean descent, a little Google-ing made apparent that it is a bastard child of Indonesian, Paraguay and Havana 'tabaco'.

Crafty little Hispanics.

Nevertheless, it tasted aromatic. In fact, too aromatic towards the end it started stinging my tongue.

And, cigars smell like old people.