A man is in no position to be enjoying such luxuries.

To my dear readers

If truth be told, my cigar journey will be an extremely slow one. If anything, one could call it an extremely foolish one. A man is in no position to be enjoying such luxuries. And, yes. We must use that word. Luxury.

You see, where I live, here in the land down under, weakness is permitted to rule. Okay. Okay. Maybe I’ll take that back. I’m setting the wrong tone here. Let me restart.

Where I live, there is an extremely heavy tax on all tobacco products. It’s ridiculous! But I understand why it exists. There are too many fools out there that can’t control their habits. And sadly, everybody else must suffer because of it. Hmmm. Maybe I’m incorrect in that statement and its implications. I could go on about the misuse of data for rhetoric and personal vendettas, but I’ll keep things tasteful.

This new hobby I’m picking up is the most painful. To my wallet…

The heavy tax aimed to purge cigarettes from Australia is sadly affecting cigars as well. So while most folk overseas are paying 5 gold, I have to pay 50 gold for a cigar. 50 gold! For one bloody cigar! It hurts. This new hobby I’m picking up is the most painful. To my wallet…

I’m also a student. So, my income isn’t exactly existent. I’ve more been ‘allowed to live’, rather than have an income. But even in the near future, with the mark of employment, it won’t change the fact that I must still pay 50 gold for a cigar.

In knowing these two issues, it should be clear as to how slowly my palette will develop. I won’t be able to give strong review of each cigar, no matter how good I am with words. I need to be sponsored or something to travel to the US or the Caribbean. Maybe then my spidey-senses will tingle to each cigar.

So, all I can do is write a diary entry of my experiences, and, of course, attempt to describe my perceptions of the cigars.

So, don’t read my words as a review! There are many other fools out there who can give you such a package. I’m just a loner with his pen, paper, and PC, writing in his diary.

Daniel Roy