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La Perla Habana Murado, this is the second cigar from a box of 20 of these, with an added special of 5 La Perla Habana Oros. I tried one after only a couple of days of resting, and it was an awful experience. Thankfully, now 9 days after it was delivered and they've been resting in all the different stash spots I've made, this one is smoking great and tasting 1000X better than I had expected. These were cheap af too, so that's a big plus. I could see these being a solid daily cigar, may have to get another box when this one gets close to empty.  Honey, leather, baked goods, wood, *edit: now in the final third, I'm getting notes of sweet cream. Focusing on smoking this cigar at a slower pace has definitely increased the flavor and enjoyment I'm getting out of it, and nearly eliminating entirely the ultra acidic hot draws.  The La Perla name (and it's price point) is what attracted me to this cigar, sharing it's moniker with a neighborhood in Old S...

Notes developed w/out light Phone calls w/ Sophie that seem like something good could happen. I'm smoking a Romeo Y Julieta 1875 Nica.  I didn't persandly age it, but its cellophane has hints of some time. Waves of nicotine vs kratom alkaloids, the temperature is 43°F. Winter won't give up or go quietly. Smoking in the car w/ the heat on. Makes me remember Long Island.

I just like taking pictures of my cigars. Here's a My Father Flor de las Antillas Maduro, box cut little jawn, Toro sized 6X52. Paired with an argument(?)/ discussion on a long distance call. Brings out notes of stress and frustration, subtle hints of anger. Would love to see how this pairs with crippling depression.

 I get it now.  Shaky marriages, middle-aged men throwing everything they have at obviously bad ideas, MLM scams, Sex hotlines, Porn channels, Onlyfans, subscription after subscription after subscription...  I "got it" before, like from the outside, the way one can understand that someone else HAS cancer, but can't grasp what it is to HAVE cancer. But now I have their cancer, too. I am bored.  Bored is an understatement. I am understimulated intellectually, spiritually, physically, romantically, in every possible iteration, at every possible node, I am not existing I am just -  There is no identity here, all ego is fraudulent and seems imposed rather than created. The few bastions of respite become altars that the undead shuffle to in reverent worship.  We are neon love on the run, the celluloid the scene is printed on, the spotlight that illuminates.

Look at that thing go. So I cheated - that is, I have 3 small humidors and one large one all filled nearly to capacity with cigars BUT, with my limited experience and the short amount of time I've acquired all of them, it happens that many aren't fully rested, and I'm having a poor time determining which ones are ready to be smoked immediately. So I've tried to stick to the cigarillos I have so these cigars can rest and become delicious. Buuuuut I love them and want to try them all. So I cheated. However, I chose a cigar that I had no expectations of. The Colonel E.H. Taylor cigar is named after the bourbon it is crafted to pair, which I did not have on hand to do so. The Colonel is comprised of Dominican filler with a Nicaraguan binder (specifically the Jalapa region), all wrapped up in Corojo from Ecuador (instead of Honduras where Corojo usually is produced). All in all, a forgettable cigar, but not because it was bad in any way, just not outstanding in a...

Hadn't even noticed all the tooth on this Immaculata by Ave Maria from the other night. Pretty sure that is my 3rd or 4th Immaculata, meaning I should have 1-2 left. Actually, I'm not totally sure this pic is from the Immaculata, it may be the Reconquista (also Ave Maria). One of the two I had attempted a Dickman cut on (45° straight cut), only to end up V cutting it halfway through due to draw issues.  Giving the show White Lotus a shot, suggested by Sophie. I've been binging my usual Cheers and MASH, with a lot of Xfiles thrown in when I'm not feeling comedy. But the itch to see or feel something "new" is not scratched. The last few movies I've attempted certainly couldn't. Shit let's talk about them in brief. Holland (2025) director-Mimi Cave Nicole Kidman, Peter Dealbert, Per Saari pretty garbage. Plain and simple. This movie feels like someone had a notebook full of cool shot ideas, and somehow got roped into using them on their fr...

Nub Maduro by Olivia X X-Files This was gifted to me with I believe something like 2-3 years in my buddy Austin's humidor. The cellophane had the candied yellow color indicating it's aging. The beginning of this cigar was an explosion of pepper and spice, Cocoa and espresso. As I've approached the second third of the 4 inches that are the nub, the spice has mellowed and the cigar is far more mild than I expected, tasting of a mild black coffee being sipped. The retrohale no longer poses a danger of collapsing my sinuses and blinding me momentarily, giving way to a smooth silkiness that only borders creaminess. Notes of baking spices dance in the corners of the smoke but don't crowd the stage. McDonald's coffee specifically comes to the mind's eye when I taking longer, smokier draws.  Now halfway through, or just about, I've still got all of the ash hanging on. I'm letting it rest a moment, I don't want this thing getting too h...

Got to enjoy a cigar after work over at the lounge, the Tabernacle Goliath. Solid and compact, complex flavor. Buzzed me but made me starving hungry as well. Hints of hickory and brown sugar at certain points. Then my brunch and a movie cigar, gifted to me by jerrick.  here's someone else's review  of the Asylum Lobotomy that I agree with almost exactly.