One of the many “jobs” I was able to try out in Cuba was rolling Cuban cigars. I spent a few days learning the trade: from the different types of tobacco plants, how soil and alkalinity can affect the finished product, how to roll, how to cut, how to smoke. I can’t say I became a highly proficient roller, but I can say I sure learned a lot about something I previously had no idea about, except for the allure and status that possessing a Cuban cigar represented. Still to this day I can spot a box of Romeo y Julietas or Montecristos from a mile away. I brought back hundreds for friends and family to smoke. I tried “smoking” them myself in Cuba but didn’t much inhale as when I accidentally did thy made me want to vomit. But hey. It looked cool?
I dedicate this post to the fine men and women of Cuba who spend their days creating these little masterpieces. X 
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