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I don’t smoke. I never have, I never will. I hate cigarettes, I hate the smoke, and I can go on and on about this crap.
Anyway, when we were in Miami we took a city tour and they took us to little Havana. So I stopped by this stop to take a picture with the old gentleman sitting outside smoking a cigar.
Now here is when things get different. The thing smelled good. I actually like the smell. Cuban cigars. I didn’t buy any, or try any, but I watched how the make it, and I have to tell you, I was tempted to give it a try. Or at least pick some up for the cool Cuban cigar smell.
Growing Up Bronx