My first cigar was 40 years ago when I was 11. On a trip from Ohio to Florida before I 75 existed there used to be many, many souvenir and gift shops all along the road, most run by Cherokee indians. At one of these roadside shops they had a 12 inch long and about 128 ring gauge cigar I just had to have. My dad finally allowed me to buy it after begging incessantly. That bad boy was way too dry, but I fired it up. Tasted not too horrible for the first inch but then suddenly turned into the worst :BS I have ever tasted. My Dad tried a puff or two at this point and about gagged. We tore that cigar apart and found tobacco on each end for the first inch. The entire rest of the cigar was filled with sawdust. No wonder it tasted so bad. I will never forget that first cigar.