First smoke was one of my grandfather's 42-ring Bances double maduro cigars when I was 11 or 12. Smoked cigars exclusively through my teens until I was a freshman in college. People smoked in classrooms then, but just taking a cigar out of my pocket I was hit with "Do NOT even think about lighting that f'ing thing!" from the girls. So I asked if a pipe would be ok, and they all said "sure, we love the smell of a pipe!" There was a tobacconist shop on campus run by a knowledgable and helpful guy, so luckily I avoided the usual beginner's pitfall of a cheap, varnished drugstore pipe and a pouch of goopy fruit-flavored crap tobacco. My first pipe was a Savinelli Punto Oro black sandblast tapered-stem billiard. He had a line of huge glass apothecary jars of house blends, starting with the aros, and I opened each one to take a whiff, trying to decide which one to get. Suddenly I came to one that the stench nearly knocked me over. I told the guy one of his tobaccos had gone rancid, it smelled like feet. He laughed and said it was an English blend, that what smelled to me like feet was Latakia. I asked him if it smelled the same way lit, and he said yes. Most women can't stand it he said. Recalling the girls in class who had refused to let me light my cigar, I smiled to myself. So my first smoke was a heavy English in a top-end (for the time) Italian pipe. And the girls turned green when I lit it in class, which was an added bonus. (There weren't any of them I was attracted to LOL!)