Thoughts from Home

Glad that we have a smoke-free home and smoke-regulated city. Though I grew up with Daddy smoking in our home – though not in front of our face because he used to go out of the house when he smokes, I am still “allergic” with the smell of a cigarette smoke. I should be immune to that, right? But I find myself loathing the smell of it every time there’s somebody smoking nearby.

Funny me but I love the smell of a real tobacco. It’s what my late paternal grandfather is smoking when he was alive and I used to watch him prepare his cigars out of the dried tobacco leaves that he is buying from the market. He buys this locally produced tobacco leaves, flatten it with a small rolling pin, cut in his desired size and roll it to form his homemade cigars. Tatay haven’t tried commercially made cigars during his time. I wonder if he would take advantage of backwoods cigars free shipping offer online like most men who loves and collects cigars do. I wonder too if Daddy would love to smoke that premium cigars. He might just display it and say “for my eyes only”.