The Flame: “What I’ve Learned From The Burn”.

Some people see smoke; I see power. It’s still, quiet, and lit from within. The burn of a cigar isn’t just a vibe; it’s a reflection of who I am: steady, intentional, laced with elegance and fire, rooted in stillness, and held together by grace, heat, and a whisper of smoke. I don’t spark easily, but when I do, I burn slow and bold, and I don’t extinguish quickly. 

Lately, I’ve found myself in conversations about cigars and the emotions they evoke. You know what comes up the most? Solitude. That unbothered, sacred stillness when it’s just you, the leaf, and the moment. There’s no pressure to talk or any need to explain; it’s just peace.

I feel that deeply. For me, the flame isn’t just about heat; it’s about presence. It anchors me and brings me back to myself every time. I’m not performing or chasing anything; I’m simply being. That flame? It’s the quiet fire I walk with, the confidence I carry without needing a crowd, and the softness I’ve earned, guarded, and grown into. 

I don’t light up to relax; I light up to remember who I am, what I’ve survived, and what I deserve. I’ve earned this peace. I’ve earned this power. And I don’t owe it to anyone but myself. So next time you see a woman with a cigar and a calm demeanor, know: It’s not for show. SHE’S BURNING WITH PURPOSE.