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A visit to the Pipe Shop
My father belonged to the rare species of man who liked to go shopping.
Especially with me.
This mutual pleasure was always preceded by a long look on his part at my wardrobe - with the result that he found that there had to be something new.
I gladly agreed to that.
Especially as we then made ourselves comfortable in noble boutiques, at which I hurried otherwise only shyly past.
The fancy saleswomen recognized us as a duo and Pa was immediately offered a comfortable armchair, and permission to smoke his cigar while presenting me with original fashion.
I felt as if I was on clouds - which also hovered around me bluishly from the good cigar.
We took our time - just as a cigar takes its time.
Not like a cigarette.
And if the noble shopping bags were filled for me - then the must swerve in the Pipe Shop was due.
The smell in the air-conditioned cigar room was an experience for me as well as the stay in the boutiques.
The tobacco scent was soft, spicy and exquisite - and we also took our time there.
Numerous humidors were opened, and it was sniffed - accompanied by expert comments of the boss.
Not unlike a visit to a perfumery.
But somehow the atmosphere was almost solemn.
Hoja de Cuba captures this dignified men's mood well - elegant but casual.
And radiating a certain calm contentment.
I'm humming quietly: Oh my dad...
Especially with me.
This mutual pleasure was always preceded by a long look on his part at my wardrobe - with the result that he found that there had to be something new.
I gladly agreed to that.
Especially as we then made ourselves comfortable in noble boutiques, at which I hurried otherwise only shyly past.
The fancy saleswomen recognized us as a duo and Pa was immediately offered a comfortable armchair, and permission to smoke his cigar while presenting me with original fashion.
I felt as if I was on clouds - which also hovered around me bluishly from the good cigar.
We took our time - just as a cigar takes its time.
Not like a cigarette.
And if the noble shopping bags were filled for me - then the must swerve in the Pipe Shop was due.
The smell in the air-conditioned cigar room was an experience for me as well as the stay in the boutiques.
The tobacco scent was soft, spicy and exquisite - and we also took our time there.
Numerous humidors were opened, and it was sniffed - accompanied by expert comments of the boss.
Not unlike a visit to a perfumery.
But somehow the atmosphere was almost solemn.
Hoja de Cuba captures this dignified men's mood well - elegant but casual.
And radiating a certain calm contentment.
I'm humming quietly: Oh my dad...
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