I performed the same service for another person's child: my son's longtime girlfriend.* She fell for the Drew Estate infused cigars when they visited here in August. (Tee hee.) Sorry, not sorry.
For Christmas, we gave her a plethora of Drew Estate ACID dandies. Let me see if I can remember which ones...
*As I can barely remember how old he is, there's no way on God's green Earth I'm going to be able to figure out how long they've been together.
**I rarely see either of these candies anymore. Is there an entire generation or two who have never had those stuck in the backs of their teeth while they listen to their Nana tell stories? That seems really sad.
***He's sound asleep as I type this. Damned steroid treatments. I want to wake him up to play with me! Wheee! It's 1:25 am! Going to make some regular toast, I guess.
****A million bonus points if you get the reference.
*****HATE these. Get me a damned piece of cake. Or pie. Or anything not made for a paper doll.