In the winter of 2014, I had gone down to the coast for my Dads funeral. During my time down there I got to visit with my Mums brother, Uncle Bill.
I mentioned to him that I had ordered bees and was really looking forward to finally get into beekeeping. He said "Oh really?" There was a long pause, then he said....."well then, you will have to get some White Owl Cigars" I was kind of stumped. Then he preceded to tell me that whenever my Great Grampa (Alexander Forrest) would go out to tend the bees, he would light up a white owl cigar. It was his way of gearing up, I guess. No gloves, no veil or special jacket.... just the sweet scent of a white owl cigar.
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