Last cigar of the night, paired with a pint of lager.
I’m drunk, my stomach is full, and life is good, overall.
A bearable boredom and a sleeping fear of death overshadowed by exhaustion.
All I want to do is smoke. All I want to do is get lost in thoughts.
I want to burn this time that I have. I want to burn parts of my past. I want to burn all that I suffer from, and from its ashes I want to see a phoenix rise and swallow Icarus and give birth to a new sun.
I am drunk again.
The alcohol brings back old memories, the good and the bad, as well as the moldy secrets that have been kept in the cellar for a few eternities. I entertain myself with them briefly before I let them rise with the smoke and disappear.
I know who I was, who I am, and who I want to be. Tonight, I’m sitting with the three of them. But there’s a chance I’ll never sit to drink with them again if I choose to change and become a better man.
We’re talking about a medium-bodied cigar that is well-constructed and flavorful. I loved the branding. Makes you feel like you’re smoking something majestic. I paired it with espresso and then, shortly after, with sushi. I was out having a Saturday lunch with one of my friends who also happens to be a big cigar fan. He was the one who found this stick for me.
The cigar burned evenly, produced creamy smoke, and gave my palate the sense of fulfilment it deserved after a long week of hard and stressful work.