While chair bound and committing a slow death by Oprah following a little tumble off a motorcycle, a friend brought by a travel humidor with smokes, cutter and lighter. By that time I could hobble to the deck on crutches, been reading Hemingway and realized I had been neglecting my smoking, drinking and whoring around - realized the later would lead to more broken bones and probably a Bobbitt bob, settled on whiskey and cigars...

That was last summer and I've been smoking about one a day since and haven't ever seen a sampler I could refuse. Wonder way to relax when it is warm enough to get outside

Currently enamored by every RP I've tried!

Cheers,

Rusty