"Arturo Fuente", that is. JACIII referred me to that brand.
Nice recommendation. I cannot recall which particular one I picked, but it was quite good late this evening. Not even harsh when my tired and tipsy self inhaled a good-sized puff on the mother.
Now I'm most likely gonna wake up hacking in 6 hours, but it was still a nice, smooth and tasty cigar.
A 1/2 shot of Makers went well with the smoke. The other half of my Bourbon ended up on the ground. A damned stupid cat jumping out of a pile of leaves in my yard startled me, and my frigid fingers were already fumbling with the matches and cigar. At least I saved what I did! I hate wasted liquor. Especially GOOD liquor!
Anyway, the Makers went better with the cigar than did the Bookers, but maybe that's cuz (for me) most cigars turn a bit nasty about halfway through. I always wanna hack them in half and double my pleasure, double my fun. I guess I need to buy a good cigar cutter on my next trip...
Between that and watching "Big Jake" (John Wayne, ), it wasn't too bad an evening.
Of course - hush up, DJ - I was SUPPOSED to be painting the small bedroom. But I lazed out and relaxed.
Ehhh.... I'll paint tomorrow, er... today.
(I just thought... if I lived in the sticks, I coulda shot that damn cat and celebrated ATF four days early. Or three days late.)
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