For as long as I can remember my grandfather has smoked cigars. Never cigarettes (at least not in my lifetime), only cigars. With a glass of red wine or beer and a cigar balanced between his fingers, he always looked like the most elegant man to me. Cigars smell like home, cigar boxes carry their scents better than anything else, and so these wooden sticker-loaded boxes have always held a very special space in my heart. This one is my favorite. Hunter green and yellow, a red logo and multiple labels. It´s clasp a tiny nail that does a surprisingly good job at keeping it securely closed. Inside this treasure…

“Time spent among trees is never time wasted.” Sometimes all you need is a break. Like a trip, eventhough we all know that that´s not possible at all times. After a long week, spent mostly stressed out over school, me and my mom took a long walk in the woods with my dog today. The snow that had fallen over the past couple of nights had begun to melt, the air was crisp, the trees surprisingly lush for this time of year. All of the sudden, everything was okay again. “And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul” I know it may sound obvious…