(Verse 1)
In the town of Dusty Gulch, where the tumbleweeds roll,
Lived a man named Jed, with a heart made of gold.
He rode in on a stallion, with a six-gun at his side,
Ready to face any outlaw with a swagger and pride.
(Chorus)
Everyone jumped and few women squealed,
When Jed walked into...
Nicaraguan are the best in my opinion.
I've been smoking cigars since I was 18, in 39 now. I have had 100s of different cigars. I find myself reaching for a Nicaraguan more than anything else.
You're the second person to ask me that.
I have a few ideas in my head but have not tried to make any of them yet. Perhaps this weekend I'll see what I can come up with.