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Cigar Salutations From The Old Glory Society*

As a cigar smoker, if you need to inquire about the availability of fire, you’re woefully unprepared my friend. Smoking a cigar isn’t a game of chance. You don’t buy cigars at the local 7-Eleven on impulse and you don’t catch one on fire with whatever’s on hand, like one of those long-tipped, pull-the-trigger things you light a barbecue with. If things go right, you’re going to have that cigar in your mouth for about an hour, so let’s have a little respect, huh?

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To Me, A Cigar; To Them, The Devil

The Old Glory Society is a gentlemen’s cigar club that exists, not only in the physical world, but in your mind. In the Society’s formative years, I served as lead propagandist and I still write words about cigars and the groovy, historic vibe that surrounds them under the Society’s sacred banner.

Cigar Salutations From The Old Glory Society

I was at the carwash, I had an unlit cigar between my teeth, something I call a chewer (a cigar to be chewed on for an afternoon and then tossed, as the act of chewing makes it unsmokable). There was a young boy there, maybe three years old, with his mom and they were facing in opposite directions with the little dude facing me and my cigar. He stared at me with a blend of curiosity and terror. He had no reference point in his little mind for what I had in my mouth and as he gaped at me he started unconsciously backpedaling toward his mom. At the point when he backed into her she turned and looked at me and immediately clutched the boy close, spun him around as if to avert his eyes and headed off in the opposite direction.

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Cigar Dudes In History

The Old Glory Society is a gentlemen’s cigar club that exists, not only in the physical world, but in your mind. In the Society’s formative years, I served as lead propagandist and I still write words about cigars and the groovy, historic vibe that surrounds them under the Society’s sacred banner.

Cigar Salutations From The Old Glory Society

Today’s lesson, my leaf-toking brethren is about two gentlemen you may have, quite literally, had your lips around recently. The dudes of whom I speak are Henry Clay and Simon Bolivar. Today, each has his name wrapped around various tobacco concoctions, but in their day, both of these cigar idols were potent political moguls and leaders of men. Read more