I smoked a cigar today, a Padron. I was told that after about an inch of it burned up, the real flavor of the smoke was there. Well, right up to that point I had inhaled lightly of the up until then, light tasting tobacco. After that point I mistakenly inhaled deeply of a not so light flavored tobacco and almost died or at least wanted to die. The smoke exploded in my lungs, making me want to cough like crazy but I suppressed that to not have the smoke tear me a new one on the way out. After I exhaled my lungs felt hurt and my stomach was coming up. I was out on the balcony and didn't want to Ralph over the railing and was relieved to see a flower pot from something we killed years ago. That was going to have to do because it sure seemed like I was going to have to puke before I died from the shear agony of that mistake.
The feeling of dread and doom slowly passed. I took a couple of smallish puffs as the cigar died out of natural causes about half way down. It was pretty nice though until I went too far. It really f^%&ed up what should have been a beautiful 30 minutes. Damn.