late to the party, but I had one on me, and it sounded fabulous as an after work snack. good cigar to get lost in.
i look at some prominent veins, looking like well-worn scars, and know they will wind up as winding dark lines against a perfect grey ash and even burn.
take the time to gently peel the cap with my teeth, mostly to savor the texture of the toothy wrapper. shit looks and feels like an old pair of well-loved ox blood docs. not that i ever took my boots off with my teeth, just not that talented.
i wonder why something that we readily describe as "barnyard", and really does smell of earth and decomp and feces at times, is a positive thing? and it is. maybe an animal back brain response, if you can smell it, you know it's there, and you're safe? maybe a response to millennia of agriculture, knowing that "fertile" soil brings bounty? maybe a little bit of freud yet to be entirely debunked?
the sourness of this cigar surprises me. most of the reserva i smoke are CBL, with a brawny sweetness underlying. this habano wrapper brings the sourness of whiskey, of bread dough, of choices made and unmade. maybe bittersweet would be more appropriate.
might be the day, the mood, but this cigar has taken me down some interesting tangents, got me to think in some unsusual circles, and made me remember some people fondly. fair enough excuse to add a few more to the rotation.
well chosen and thanks!