It is reasonable to accept their fate, packed in dress boxes and all. This particular cigar started off mellow and mocha-java, but then as I began to set up the BBQ pit for some indirect cooking of spare ribs, I must have begun to huff it a bit and it got old fast. Never recovered. It was a decent stick for what I bought them for, messing around in the yard. But as a fine, aged smoke, ehh, it let me down.
Then I laid it down for 5 seconds and came back to find it humping Hello Kitty. Sancho always was a randy sort. 68 points.
No comments:
Post a Comment