It was 1994, and my wife and I were walking along the sidewalk near Cherry Creek Mall in Denver, with my cousin and his wife. We passed by a lovely cigar shop, and I wanted to go in. my wife said "You're crazy" and ironically my cousin also said the same thing. His wife and I are the ones who wanted to try a cigar, so we went in and trusted the guy to point us in the right direction. Later we ended up on my porch smoking cigars. Lo and behold, my cousin got hooked and became my best cigar buddy. He also introduced me to whiskey, starting me off out of the gate with Lagavulin, which by most standards in not for noobs. However, I was hooked, being a big fan of huge in-your-face flavors. Cigars and scotch are now staples. Right now, the fam is in bed and I'm on the front porch with a pipeful of EMP and some Knob Creek Rye. Life is good.





