Author: Chris Khatsch

There must be a little art in everything I create, even if my creation is as cold as a machine and follows empirical data.
Chris Khatschadourian smoking a Camacho Ecuador Robusto on the terrace.

Have a Cigar: Camacho Ecuador Robusto

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Name: Camacho Ecuador Robusto

Country: Honduras

Shape: Parejo

Size: Robusto (5 inches x 50)

Strength: Medium to Full

The wind is blowing hard,
screaming in my ears,
pushing away the grey clouds,
making room for spring.

I go in and come back out
with a new cigar, a cutter,
and a triple jet torch lighter
to celebrate the new sun.

I give my cigar a straight cut
and wait
for the right time to
toast it
and light it.

As I smoke my cigar,
the wind screams
until I can no longer hear the world.

Smoking a Don Rafa Toro cigar in the garden under the sun.

Have a Cigar: Don Rafa Toro

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Name: Don Rafa Toro

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: (6 inches x 54)

Strength: Medium

I light up a Don Rafa cigar occasionally when I’m working on the terrace or starting my charcoal grill. I like the brand because their cigars are affordable and good. Plus, they remind me of good times. I smoked a lot of Don Rafa Churchills with the boys last summer. I was burning two or three cigars a day back then. Drinking a lot, too.

I usually pair my Don Rafa with ice-cold lager or pilsner. But, sometimes, when it’s a little cold and cloudy, I like to go with vodka. And that’s what I did this time.

“Come” by Misak Metsarents

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Misak Metsarents (1886-1908) was a Western Armenian neo-romantic poet. This is my translation of “Come” from Armenian to English. It is a love poem written sometime between 1901 and 1903.

Come

Come! Make my boring life pleasurable.
Make me feel tenderness and hope.
There will come a day when your soul will mourn
the fast escape of this beautiful dream.

Come! Tomorrow, you may perish,
and I may die from a fever.
Do not extinguish the fire of my worship.

Let me imbibe the flames in your eyes.
Come close, gentle flower of my life!
Let me forget everything in a kiss.

Ah, how slow is this beautiful life!
Come! Melt the boredom of my soul.
Bury me in a beautiful dream.
Bring me your heart’s virgin caress.