It seems like yesterday when my grandfather used to take me on long walks through the woods of his farm. We would talk about everything from tractors and guns to animals and houses. Even with all of the discussions we had, the one thing that will always stick in my mind was the aroma of the cigars he loved to smoke. I cannot think of a single time when there was not a box of muriel cigars in the front parlor of his house. I always got the band to put on my finger. Today, you will find a box of the same cigars in the entry of my home as a reminder of the special days of my childhood.