"Keep the smoke in your mouth, don't let it get into your lungs. That's how you handle cigarettes, it's an insult to cigars. It'll cost you your life, understand?"
"Understood." Lin Yu'an nodded solemnly.
Mike demonstrated, taking a slow small puff, allowing the rich smoke to slowly spread in his mouth.
He closed his eyes, as if he were tasting a glass of top-notch champagne, rather than a strong drink.
"Just like this, let it linger on your tongue for a few seconds," his voice was somewhat muffled by the smoke.
"Do you feel it, is there a... a scent like roasted coffee beans or toasted bread?"
He paused, then continued guiding, "Then, carefully taste, do you sense a faint, honey-like sweetness on the sides of your tongue?"
Mike, in an extremely content manner, directly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, forming a swirling, distinctively aromatic blue smoke.
"Use your nose to smell the aroma it emits. The pleasure of cigars is half in the mouth and half in the nose. Try it."
