Memoirs: By My Bedside

Somewhere along the lines of randomness I happened to have snapped a photo of the table by my bed-side, for the purposes of sharing on Twitter. I realized quickly however that there was just far too much going on in this photo to be constrained by any character-limits. They say a picture is worth a…

Memoirs: Cigars For Every Meal

Ok so this is a challenge post. For the first time in my life I smoked three cigars in a single day so you don’t have to…And I certainly wouldn’t recommend it, unless you got some years under your belt, or at least a full bottle of whiskey(Wisers FTW). So almost a week ago my…

Memoirs: Of Habanos and Varadero

My journey with the Leaf began in my youth in the disadvantaged neighborhoods of inner-city Toronto. It was in my sixteenth year that I asked my mother for a tobacco-pipe for Christmas. Despite the fact that my parents were non-smokers, and I was also underage I awoke on Christmas morn to an unsubtly wrapped, pipe-shaped…