Wow… I am smoking the strongest cigar ever. “Buzzing” is too weak a word for what I’m going through right now. It’s called a “La Aroma De Cuba“, which, with even my broken spanish, is “The Smell of Cuba”. Now, my understanding is that, under it’s current dictatorial regime, Cuba really stinks. This cigar, however, is amazing. My friend, Dave Dimmick, works for the company that produces this beast, and I’m impressed.
Sarah gave me a humidor for my 27th birthday this past July, and it’s the best present, ever. No longer do I need to smoke a cigar within a few days of purchase… instead, I can simply reach into my box anytime I so desire a smoke a perfectly seasoned cigar.
My appreciation for my wife will never be fully realized or expressed, but she’s an amazingly thoughtful woman, and one I will never deserve. The pressure is on to get her a present even half as thoughtful. Thanks, love!
2 responses to “Cigars at Midnight”
You’re welcome, love.
Recently, we had terrible 90% humidity for days on end. Needless to say, not even Tom’s humidor could keep the humidity in the box from risingt too high. The trick that worked? A shot glass of uncooked rice in the bottom compartment. The rice absorbed the unwanted moisture (just like how restaurants will often put grains of rice in a salt shaker) and brought the humidity down to the 70s. This is a good trick for if you don’t have air conditioning – a controlled climate – outside the box.
Aroma de Cuba is my favorite cigar!!! Strong, but not overpowering. Tasty, but not rancid. And the construction is great — not surprising, since it’s an Ashton. My other favorite is CAO Criollo.
We’ll have to get together after the service one of these Sundays and smoke together, and chew the proverbial fat.
Pax!