Name: Casa Turrent Serie 1901 Robusto
Size: (5 1/4 inches x 50)
Strength: Medium to Full
I could smell
the leather armchair of a philosopher
misplaced and forgotten in a chocolate factory.
I could taste
the sweetened pain of a man biting on a leather belt
in a torture chamber.
Where does the sadism come from?
I could taste earth, wood, and chickpeas
dissolved in coffee —
muddy, Arabic coffee.
I was smoking a cigar
and nursing a twelve-year-old whisky.
“This is a good cigar,” I said to my wife
who was busy witnessing the synthesis of
people, music, and alcohol
in a failed state.
The music was loud,
the lights were dim,
the people were
cocktail-drinking, popcorn-eating zombies
wasting their lives.
Or… Were they trapped in this city
and the best they could do was
And was I not like them? There,
burning valuable time.
Waiting, maybe, for something.
I was there smoking
like I could smoke eternity
without ever feeling bored.
I was there blurring reality