#Cigar Smoke

[bikercbr6]

This man has a real need for ‘gars. You can too. You relax, give in and become the man you were always destined to be…

[the-evening-shade]

[veryboss]

[claydough61]

[bikercbr6]

His re-election rhetoric had moved Mayor Brown up the list of those who needed to understand a lot more, and shout a lot less. Vowing to shut down the town’s Cigar Bar on public health grounds, he’d been invited by the management committee in for a meeting. After just two hours of exposure to the bar’s unique air conditioning, Brown is not only mentally improved, but physically he’s almost a different man. He’s decided that far from being a menace the Cigar Bar is an absolute asset for the community. In fact, he’s going to steamroll its expansion plans through the planning department. After all, the premises are going to get a lot more members over the next few days. Something he’s looking forward to…

[ikaikaaaron]

5 VEGAS TRIPLE-A

Box pressed robusto 5.5 x 55

cocoa-like sweetness, dark espresso, spice, and charred meat. This will be in my rotation from now on. Dragon's Milk triple mash chocolate, roasted malt, vanilla, & oak. 18.7% abv

[bikercbr6]

Positioned at every exit, there can be no escape from meeting your transition into the perfect being. Make emerging to embrace becoming a LeatherCigarMan the last act of your own free will. The world will become a smokier, better place.

Insta: theleathercoach

[the-evening-shade]

[veryboss]

[claydough61]

[bikercbr6]

I was so pleased to find that Professor Knight had called round to see dad when I got home. It was only right that pop had an explanation as to why I had been coming back from college stinking of the fine peppery stench of a good Maduro for the past couple of weeks. And I think he understands now. Can’t wait to light up and go and kneel down in front of him…

[ikaikaaaron]

Diesel Fool's errand simple

Figurado 5 x 58

a smoke filled with notes of espresso, earth, and spice balanced by a dense creaminess.

[veryboss]

[bikercbr6]

Since our new neighbour moved in my sons and I have had to put up with a quite a racket through most night: the creak of furniture, moans and growls. He certainly seemed to be getting a lot of pussy, I’ll give him that, but it wasn’t doing our sleep much good. After the twins had left for college I thought it would be prudent to pop round, introduce myself and have a polite word to see if he would keep the noise down a bit.

Pulling on the jacket of my suit ten minutes earlier than when I normally leave for work, I picked up the car keys, locked the front door behind me and stepped over the flowerbed that separates our lawns and knocked on his door. I could hear heavy boots stomping down his hall, and as the door began to move I opened my mouth to speak…

…and inadvertently gulped in a mouthful of heavy, sweet smoke that seemed to burst out from behind the door. “Christ,”I thought as I doubled up coughing, “Is his house on fire?” Before I could process anything more I felt a hand each placed on the top of my arms as the guy next door helped me stand upright from my coughing fit. “Why, I was hoping you’d be calling round, neighbour. You’d better come straight in, I’ve some good whiskey that will help with that cough, mate.” And before I could demur and get some fresh air into my lungs, he pulled me inwards and into the smoke-filled interior.

Well, this is me now. I didn’t get to work. I spent the day with Daddy Joey, who explained so much to me. Like how that bloody suit really didn’t flatter my body: that those sensible dress shoes made me look wimpy next to a nice pair of tall harness boots: and that adding to the intense smoke in his house wasn’t just a pleasure, but a duty. Not having been a smoker before now, I never knew just how much delicious, sweet smoke just one stogie will produce. But why stop at one? And the more I toked, the hairier I became - incredible that my clean-shaven face was a distant memory after just a couple of hours. And when when I was cooked just right, Daddy Joey took me upstairs, to show me his bedroom…

But now I’m back home. The place has been filled up nicely with spicy ‘gar smoke. Daddy Joey is in the living room, his booted feet up on the table, four tumblers of scotch generously filled up. Me? I’m waiting at the door for my boys to get back. Daddy Joey has taken a real interest in my boys, I was so proud of that. He says he’s certain that they’ll both be as happy as I am now within a short while. And while he talks to them, I’ll take my drink out onto the porch, fire up another Maduro and draw up plans to knock-through the wall that divides Daddy Joey’s house and ours. After all, it would be stupid to keep having to go out every time we need to serve him when we could just share a bigger house…