Greetings my fellow cigar connoisseurs,
To many people, working in a cigar shop seems like a dream come
true. The best coffee in town on tap, surrounded by the world's finest cigars
and getting to mingle with all friendly people that pass through our doors.
While this may be true, people tend to forget about the torture that we merchants of quality tobacco go through on a daily basis. Being immersed in
those intoxicating aromas is not easy especially since the vile smoking ban
forbids us from quenching our cigar lust when necessary.
Every now and then I open a box of cigars and it brings me to the
point of saying fuck the fascists I'm firing up one of these bad boys, now!
At
the moment I cannot leave the Ramon Allones Specially Selected alone. A few weeks ago, I opened
a box (dated August '09) to show a client, but from the moment I broke the seal, I knew I had to keep this box for myself. When the sweet scent swept up my
nostrils I made a noble effort to convince the guy to take a box of something
else- this box was mine, all mine. However, this client knew a good thing when
he saw it and laughed at the thought of leaving the shop with anything other
than this box.
After he left I went straight into the humidor to check the rest of this batch, stamped underneath with FEB AGO 09. The next box I
opened looked good; that same aroma, same oily sheen to the wrappers, Nice one.. Roll on 6 o' clock!.
After work, the gang and I made a quick stop off at
The Bailey.
So with a pint of Guinness on the table I set alight the longing that had
lingered over me all day. Ramon Allones have always been a favourite of mine
and from the moment the flame hit the cigar I was awash in an ambient oasis of
cigar smoke. I wish I could say the conversation flowed but this cigar had my
full attention, to hell with my friends at the table.
I've never been one to
waffle on with extensive tasting notes, what goes on between me and my cigar stays
with me and my cigar, if I wanted to taste a leather couch I would go lick one, but what I will say is that this cigar drew perfectly and the rich deep tobacco flavours brought me right back to Cuba. Get them before I smoke them all and trust me I will.
Happy Smokin'
Paul 'that's not a cloud of smoke that's my hair' Murphy
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