BoneYard
Spent loot on Scotch,Women&Cigars -rest I wasted.
It started this morning like the best mornings do. I have a day off. So I fed the animals, brewed a cup of joe, checked the messages... done.
Time to light up and chill out. I pulled my favorite morning stick from the winedaor, a black market robusto, and let it rest for about a half hour to acclimate. I've had some varying results with this box. One thing I've noticed with these smokes is they have to be on the drier side or they go bitter. 67% is perfect. I grabbed the desktop lighter and the spitoon ashtray and layed them up outside. Grabbed the ipad and the cup o joe and brought them out. Went back in for the cigar, brought it outside. Clipped the end and just sat for a while, touching and feeling and licking and drawing. This is a cigar that has a great pre light experience. It's sweet smelling and soft and has a silky wrapper but is exceptionally firm. Not a ton of pepper, but just enough spice to remind you its still morning. After the required foreplay, I carefully toasted the end until it started glow, did a quick purge and draw. At first, this cigar is rather uneventful. But I've had em before and know what to expect. Very light spice to start and a touch of pepper on the retrohale. There is nothing here to rudely wake you up. I patiently sit with it for the first 15 minutes, gently nursing it and encouraging it to spread its wings, to realize its potential. One must never be impatient with this cigar or it will punish you. It likes short, infrequent draws, never being allowed to get too hot. I finish the first third and can sense something is beginning to stir...
It has a beautiful white ash in almost perfect form, not a splinter anywhere. I start to really pay attention now as the cigar is starting to open up. The burn has been exquisite and not touched up once. The flavor is starting to pour out, sweet cream and hints of nuttiness. This is why I smoke cigars. I begin to get lost in the gaze of its perfection. I just can't believe the gorgeous ash, succulant flavor and perfect draw.
Completely mesmerized, I keep going. Slow is the name of this game. Gently, I urge it to keep delivering right down through the beginning of the last third. It has not let me down, just reminded me that this means business. Every movement now becomes planned. I'm totally in the moment, savoring each draw, wanting too and not wanting too, because I know each time I suck a little more of its' life away.
The flavor doesn't stop right down through the last third. It becomes a little more emboldend perhaps, but nothing to bring you down or indicate it might all be over. It's been an extraordinary start to the day. As if a dream from the evening prior has somehow washed up on shore of mornings' conciousness and left the indelible question, am I awake? Yes, Yes I am.
Time to light up and chill out. I pulled my favorite morning stick from the winedaor, a black market robusto, and let it rest for about a half hour to acclimate. I've had some varying results with this box. One thing I've noticed with these smokes is they have to be on the drier side or they go bitter. 67% is perfect. I grabbed the desktop lighter and the spitoon ashtray and layed them up outside. Grabbed the ipad and the cup o joe and brought them out. Went back in for the cigar, brought it outside. Clipped the end and just sat for a while, touching and feeling and licking and drawing. This is a cigar that has a great pre light experience. It's sweet smelling and soft and has a silky wrapper but is exceptionally firm. Not a ton of pepper, but just enough spice to remind you its still morning. After the required foreplay, I carefully toasted the end until it started glow, did a quick purge and draw. At first, this cigar is rather uneventful. But I've had em before and know what to expect. Very light spice to start and a touch of pepper on the retrohale. There is nothing here to rudely wake you up. I patiently sit with it for the first 15 minutes, gently nursing it and encouraging it to spread its wings, to realize its potential. One must never be impatient with this cigar or it will punish you. It likes short, infrequent draws, never being allowed to get too hot. I finish the first third and can sense something is beginning to stir...
It has a beautiful white ash in almost perfect form, not a splinter anywhere. I start to really pay attention now as the cigar is starting to open up. The burn has been exquisite and not touched up once. The flavor is starting to pour out, sweet cream and hints of nuttiness. This is why I smoke cigars. I begin to get lost in the gaze of its perfection. I just can't believe the gorgeous ash, succulant flavor and perfect draw.
Completely mesmerized, I keep going. Slow is the name of this game. Gently, I urge it to keep delivering right down through the beginning of the last third. It has not let me down, just reminded me that this means business. Every movement now becomes planned. I'm totally in the moment, savoring each draw, wanting too and not wanting too, because I know each time I suck a little more of its' life away.
The flavor doesn't stop right down through the last third. It becomes a little more emboldend perhaps, but nothing to bring you down or indicate it might all be over. It's been an extraordinary start to the day. As if a dream from the evening prior has somehow washed up on shore of mornings' conciousness and left the indelible question, am I awake? Yes, Yes I am.
