Name: Condega Serie ‘F’ Maduro
Size: Robusto (5 inches x 50)
It rarely happens, but it happens. I smoked four cigars yesterday. The Condega Maduro was the fourth.
I woke up today with a hoarse voice and still a little drunk.
I had so much wine. I don’t think I ever had so much wine before. We were at Château Kefraya, and all the wines were so good. So we emptied many bottles, and we sang.
Chevaliers de la table ronde
Goûtons voir si le vin est bon
Now I’m thinking about something I read a few days ago. Where’s that book?
“Socrates wanted to die,” Nietzsche says in Twilight of the Idols. “Athens did not give him the poison cup; he gave it to himself; he compelled Athens to give it to him.”
Oh, last night! I drank until, like Lord Byron’s Damaetas, I drained the dregs of pleasure’s bowl.