Category: Have a Cigar

Madatoff Armenian Brandy, Montecristo cigar, and Hegel. Can I ask for more?

Have a Cigar: Montecristo No. 2

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Name: Montecristo No. 2

Country: Cuba

Shape: Torpedo

Size: (6 1/8 inches x 52)

Strength: Medium to Full

The Montecristo No. 2 is a classic. It’s a spicy Cuban cigar with hints of leather and earth. A lot cigar aficionados I’ve met list this cigar in their top ten, and many of them smoke it regularly.

My go-to Montecristo vitola is the Petit Edmundo, but sometimes, when I’m home alone, I like to smoke the No. 2. You can find me disconnected from the digital world, blowing out smoke, nursing a drink while reading a thick volume.

Plasencia Reserva Original Cortez Cigar Review

Have a Cigar: Plasencia Reserva Original Cortez

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Name: Plasencia Reserva Original Cortez

Country: Nicaragua

Size: (5 3/4 inches x 56)

Strength: Medium

The Plasencia Reserva Original is a well-constructed, medium-bodied, Nicaraguan cigar. It is not only a good smoke, but — for those who care — it’s also organic.

The first third was a little bland for me, and the first few draws were milder than expected. But the flavors came to the surface soon, and the Plasencia Reserva Original quickly turned into a medium-bodied cigar. Fruity notes were detectable, as well as hints of spice, cinnamon, and green pepper.

It burned very smoothly, and I enjoyed smoking it while sipping on green tea.

Overall, it was a good cigar.

Chris Khatschadourian smoking a Rocky Patel Number 6 Toro

Have a Cigar: Rocky Patel Number 6 Toro

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Name: Rocky Patel Number 6 Toro

Country: Honduras

Shape: Parejo

Size: Toro (6 1/2 inches x 52)

Strength: Medium

On a balcony overlooking the Port of Beirut,
you and your friend are smoking
one of the best cigars you smoked so far this year.

You’re talking politics
to pass the time.
Sunday, everyone is voting it seems,
except you.
Marx was right when he said, “Religion
is the opium of the people.”
But he forgot to add,
“Politics is the cocaine of the masses.”
Can one really be apolitical, though?
No.
You say you’ll think about this tomorrow,
whether you’ll vote or not,
but you know you won’t.
You are incapable of
giving a shit.

“It is what it is,” you start concluding.
You look at your friend and say,
“Let’s have another glass, and then
you can drive me home.”

Time slows down
to let you paint the black night grey.
Smoke rises to kiss the moon.
The cigar burns like a dying star.