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Archive for November, 2007

A new cigar flavor for my palate

I smoked a Cohiba Siglio III on a recent fishing trip. A friend of mine gave me the cigar as a thank you for buying him dinner on a recent visit. He really hyped the cigar, telling me that his rich, lawyer friend smuggles them in from France and that they are like an $80 smoke. The price is not accurate, unless you take airplane gas into account.

Naturally, I waited for a special occasion to smoke it – I wanted to remember it (on a fishing trip on a great day, was perfect, even though the fishing was lousy). I really enjoyed the cigar, the best part of it was that it had a nice oily shell and soft tobacco bite to it. In fact, it has got me into the terrible habit of chewing the cigars I smoke now a days a bit. But I think that this behavior is consistant with a seasoned cigar smoker – as I have seen many an old cigar smoker with a mauled cigar that is not even lit. Sometimes the cigars look like they are smoking the wrong end of an exploding cigar. The cigar did have a harder draw than I normally would like.

Since then, I have noticed that every once in awhile a cigar will have an oily wrapper in its description. I know I have lost many of my cigar smoking readers, because I have been ignoring the subject [and the blog for that matter]. But if there are any lingerers out there, I would appreciate some suggestions/comments on this oily characteristic – I would sincerely appreciate it. More analysis to come.

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LaTroy and Greg

latroy.jpgIn Aaron Gleeman’s blog article today, he was answering a reader’s question about how strange it is to see LaTroy Hawkins pitching in the World Series.

It reminded me about how much my friend Greg, who died in the spring, really loved “the Hawk” as he called him. Particularly when he was a reliever and a set-up man for the Twins. He had such a powerful pitch. I really miss that about Greg, he used to have really strong opinions about particular sports figures. I remember going to Timberwolves games with him and he would comment on the style of referring that a particular ref had (and would call him out by name).

I guess these sorts of things are what nostalgia is all about. Every since Greg died, I keep having bittersweet feelings about stuff that reminds me of him. They are not always triggered by things, either, I find myself thinking to myself, “this would have driven Greg nuts…” or “this is how Greg would have dealt with this,” in specific situations (either social or work-related). I miss him, but he is still around in my consciousness, so that is good.