Cigar Buddies – There’s No Friends Like ‘Em in the World, by Tommy Zman
If you smoke cigars, then you most likely have cigar buddies. Yeah, you have your set of regular pals and your wife’s friends, people from work, and people you know and associate with throughout the year. But when it comes to smoking premium hand rolled sticks, you have a select group of buds who you will call on when its time to fire up the good stuff.
Your friends who don’t smoke cigars, well, they don’t get it. They don’t understand why you love the leaf with such undeniable passion and for the most part, their wives are total pains in the ash about it. You show up invited to their summer barbecue and the first words out of the shrew’s mouth are, “You’re not going to stink up the party with your god-awful cigars are you?” And as her fellow yentas join in with great disdain, you mumble under your breath where they can cram the grill tongs, then scout the property for a place to hide out for a smoke later on. We are the pariahs of the universe and this is why we NEED our very own set of friends to blow smoke with.
What’s funny is, your so-called friends who are in your cigar circle, well a lot of them probably wouldn’t be guys you would have chosen to bond with if it weren’t for your Hoyo, Rocky, Partagas and Perdomo. There’s always the loudmouth, the know 
it all, the cheap bastid, and the total friggin goof – all guys you just wouldn’t have normally sought out for friendship, but it is the aged leaf of Latin America that brings you together as true to life bruthas from that utha mutha.
As I have expounded on many times before, cigar friends have a common bond like nothing else comparable in this world. Perfect strangers from various vocations, religions, ethnicities, and economic backgrounds become CFF’s (Cigar Friends for life) and it is that burning leaf that joins us in herfosity time and time again. (Go ahead, look it up, it’s a real word… not). The only excuse we need in order to get together is the fact that we have cigars, and I’m sure we can all agree that THAT is just a beautiful thing. Now if there’s a football game, poker, dominoes, or some freshly killed carcass to be grilled, that only sweetens the deal, because we really only need some aged leaf and a source of ignition to enjoy our smoky compadres.
If you find yourself at a mega-herf with hundreds of guys, or a big hosted cigar dinner, the place is alive with a festive flair as those strangers from only an hour before have now become colleagues, cohorts, comrades, and companions, over the intoxicating tastes and scents from places like Nicaragua, Honduras, and the Dominican Republic. It’s a phenomenon I can’t really explain, but I don’t really have to – all I need to do is partake in the goodness and then enjoy it to the max.
While you may never get invited to your cigar pals holiday party or kid’s graduation, you’re sure to be asked to the next meeting of the My Fathers, Montecristos, and Macanudo Cru Royales because you my friend are a brother (or sister) of the leaf and the members are waiting with open arms and ashtrays.
I urge you to PLEASE SUPPORT Cigar Rights of America as they continue to deal with congress, the senate, and all US legislators who need to be made aware that our cigars are the best friends we know of and we will fight like hell to keep them in our lives! >> http://cigarrights.org
As Always, Stay Smoky My Friends,
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