I absolutely adore the smell of a cigar being smoked, it evokes such fond memories of my Grandfather and Father.
There is a Tabac on the corner next to my family home in Spain, so many fond memories of buying stamps to put on letters to grandparents and friends in U.K. along with the smell.
Giving my pots a bit of a boost after the winter
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother
