I remember my grandfather every time I smell cigars since he is a fan of this tobacco. He used to have a tobacco farm before. When we have our summer vacation in their place I witness how they gather this tobacco leaves and dried up before being process into cigars. He loves so much his farm until he can no longer tilt it because of his sickness. His children have no time also and decided the farm to be sold out. It’s great to reminisce our happy days with him along with my other cousins every summer break. I hope someday I can live in the farm to enjoy my retirement.