Mine was a Romeo Y Julieta CC (didn't take note of which stick only the brand) back when I was 20. I was sitting on the porch with "the boys" (my husband, at the time he was just my boyfriend, lived in a bachelor pad with 4 others) and their friends one spring morning. Our one international friend of the group was a Czech who, for his birthday every year, would get CCs sent to him as a gift from his mom back home. He passed them all out this year, including me and as I took it I thought "Hell - I can keep up with the boys!".
Also, I didn't know what I was doing (beyond desperately wanting to show up the guys) when I was smoking that stick. So after about 15 minutes, I politely removed myself from the crowd out back and vomited in the bathroom. With tears in my eyes and my hair half way in the toilet bowl, in that moment I vowed to never let that happen again and learn everything that was to know about this ritual. And just like that, I was hooked.
Hooked on learning more about cigars, not vomiting, that is.