I started around 14, swishers and such but then progressed through the years, thankfully!! One of my best memories was when I was seventeen and in London with my dad, We had picked up some Cuaba Divinos 4 x 43 perfecto at the Davidoff shop, this was my first Cuban experience, and had I been more educated on Cuban Cigars, would have chose something with a little less kick... About half way through I was sick to death, along with my father. We tried to keep up a conversation on cigars with a German fellow, who was telling us he doesn't really like cigars, but he likes his wifes reaction when he smokes them Meanwhile, I was hoping for a beer, but my Coke was fine with me. We sat there nausiated when out of nowhere my mom comes storming in the room. (We had to get up early the next day for a lot of site seeing and she was pretty pissed we were out so late.) So I was sick to my stomach and had to hide the cigar and pretend to be feeling alright. Since I was 18 and she was a stickler I would have been in a lot of trouble. That's it in short, I'm 25 now and Cigars are a close bond my father and I have, and I actually got him started in it!