"My grandfather smoked since he was a teenager; back in the socialist part of eastern Europe to get a fancy cigar was a rarity; during these times the unfiltered cigarettes were the main source of relaxation and when my grandfather got his hands on the pack of imported cigars it was a week long celebration; I remember the distinctive cigar scent when you walked into his room, that was mixed with the old cologne; as I kid I loved to spend afternoons at my grandfathers house and eventually I became his favorite grandson/friend; the years were passing by and the life-lessons and knowledge base was slowly inherited by the grandson; two days before the 82nd birthday my grandfather, mentor passed away with a cigar in his mouth; ironically to say the cause of death was not a lung cancer but a digestive system problems."