Thursday, 26 June 2014
The perfume of cigars
I went to a pub last weekend, had a beer in the beer garden. I don't always go to beer gardens, because it is usually a place where smoking is allowed, but I went anyway because it was a big beer garden so I could avoid the smoke. Nasty, filthy, stinky cigarettes smoke. So I was enjoying a beer in the shade when I smell something else. There was a big burly British man smoking a huge cigar, one of those the size of a club that looked like the stuff you see stuck between Churchill's jaws on old pictures. And it smelled absolutely lovely. I don't know why, and it is a confession I have to make: although I hate cigarets, although I find smoking the nastiest and stupidest habit, cigars just smell so darn nice. Maybe it is because my dad used to smoke them, and does still sometimes. I am used to its perfume since childhood. In any case, I can't help it: it just smells nice.