"I was never able to enjoy a cigar with my grandpa Ken. He died of cancer when I was 7. We were able to spend some afternoons together sitting on the porch sipping lemonade or an ice tea. Loved sharing a bowl of cherries with him and spitting out the cherry pits. I can only image how those times would have developed over the years and progressed to the time where we could have shared a cigar and a glass of bourbon or two.." - Rich