My Story
by DAB
It started in the Dominican Republic, on a golf course.
I was playing a round with friends, and I watched the smokers in our group do something I had never seen before. Nobody had a cutter out there, so they poked their cigars open with golf tees, improvising with whatever the game put in their hands. The tee opened a hole, and for a few puffs the cigar gave smoke. Then the heat did its quiet work: the tobacco swelled, the hole closed, and out came the tee again. Poke. Puff. Fight. All round long. These men were not smoking their cigars. They were fighting them.
And think about what that tee carried into the cigar. They pulled it straight out of the ground, ground sprayed and treated with chemicals and pesticides, drove it through the cap, and then put that cigar into their mouths. Every poke seasoned a fine cigar with the golf course itself.
The ones with no tee and no cutter did something worse. They bit the cap off with their teeth, the oldest shortcut in smoking, and paid the oldest price for it. Loose leaf on the tongue. Bits of tobacco spat out between puffs. And when a man smiled, flecks of leaf sat right there on his teeth for all to see. Funny to watch from the next cart. Not funny when the cigar is yours, the evening is yours, and both are going wrong.
On the flight home I could not let it go. I spent that flight researching why a cigar closes up as it smokes, and the answer became the invention. As a cigar burns, it takes on heat and moisture, the tobacco at the head swells, and any hole opened by a tool that leaves will close again. Poking was never going to win. What a cigar needed was something that stays: an insert that sits in the center of the cap and holds the draw open for the entire smoke, from the first puff to the last.
That is how Smoke Breeze was born: on a fairway, among friends, out of watching good cigars fight back. The golf course was the first table. Everything since has been that same idea, perfected and patented, because nobody should have to fight a great cigar, and nobody at any table should have to watch a friend lose one.
And along the way of this dream I have met great and dear people. Smokers, makers, shop owners, and friends I did not know I had, who believed early, advised honestly, shared their tables, and pushed me forward when quitting would have been easier. This story and this product carry my thanks to every one of them. Smoke Breeze was born among friends, and it grows the same way.
DAB
Cut it your way. We keep the draw open.
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