When I was growing-up, I remember visiting my grandpa and running around his small house. The house always smelled of cigars. How he loved to light up his cigar and shoot the breeze with his family. I didn’t mind the smell at all, which is funny because I never liked the smell of cigarettes even then. My grandpa certainly couldn’t afford the expensive ones, but I am sure he looked for the best cigar prices around. I don’t remember seeing any cigar humidors, just the cigar accessories like the cutter and lighters. When he would come to visit us, he always had that rich cigar smell on him and on his clothes. My dad would sometimes join him for a smoke, but it wasn’t a must for him. Many Christmas and birthday gifts were discount cigars and cigar accessories for grandpa. He would’ve loved to try a real cuban cigar, now that would've been the ultimate for him. My grandpa is gone now, but whenever I get a whiff of a cigar, I think of him.