Episode 39 - A Figment of ImaginationYacht ‘Rosalinda’, Saint-Tropez, France, 29 December
Acting confident, I take the first puff on my cigar and feeling the bitterish taste of smoke in my mouth delight at knowing that my ‘first date’ has finally taken place. An image of my first-ever cigarette, smoked in the lobby of the ‘Swiss Hotel’, springs to mind. I couldn't have imagined that smoking a cigarette and smoking a cigar would differ so much. Seemingly both made of tobacco leaves but their tastes are virtually incomparable.
Proud at my achievement, I take some more puffs, each time inhaling deeply, and get mouthfuls of smoke into my lungs. My head starts spinning. Placing my cigar in the ashtray, I lean back and close my eyes.
'Monsieur Luke, are you all-right?' I hear the worried voic
