Villa Zamorano Reserva

Have a Cigar: Villa Zamorano Reserva No. 15

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Name: Villa Zamorano Reserva No. 15

Country: Honduras

Shape: Torpedo

Size: (5 1/2 inches x 54)

Strength: Medium

A casual, everyday smoke. I’d say it’s a coffee shop cigar. It burns evenly and produces a decent amount of smoke. In terms of complexity, it’s pretty straightforward. There’s nothing complex about it. It’s a stick that goes well with stout and all sorts of coffee.

Because it’s an affordable stick, smoking one occasionally is fine with me. However, I don’t think it’s a cigar that will ever earn its place in my smoking repertoire.

Smoking an LFD Chapter One Cigar at Fidel Antelias

Have a Cigar: La Flor Dominicana Chapter One

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Name: La Flor Dominicana Chapter One

Country: Dominican Republic

Shape: Box-Pressed Chisel

Size: (6 1/2 inches x 58)

Strength: Full

The Chapter One is an impressive cigar. It’s a strong, slow-burning stick that is full of carob and coffee flavors as well as leather and earth. It is not a cigar suitable for rookies.

I smoked it in the cigar lounge and had a couple of glasses of Irish whiskey with it. I was happy with my choice.

Smoking an LFD Air Bender Chisel Maduro at Fat Monk in Dbayeh

Have a Cigar: La Flor Dominicana Air Bender Maduro Chisel

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Name: La Flor Dominicana Air Bender Maduro Chisel

Country: Dominican Republic

Shape: Chisel

Size: (6 1/2 inches x 54)

Strength: Medium to Full

I believe I will pass out in a minute or two,
but, before that, I must confess a thing or two.

I have a big tendency to be a hedonist.
I was born to be one. Actually,
I am one,
and everyone knows it, including
my mother, my sister, and my wife.

Debauchery has always been a recurring word in my vocabulary.
I often send the word alone as a message
with only a question mark next to it.
And when my friend — or, to be more exact, my accomplice — receives it,
all he has to do is answer with a yes or a no.
“Debauchery?”
“Yes. I sure do hope so.”

If you know me, you know
I get carried away easily.
When it’s a song I love, I sing along.
And one beer can easily turn to five, or six, or twelve.
Same goes for whisky shots.

The room is spinning.
And now, the world is spinning,
and I feel like I’m the center of the universe.

Let me tell you about the smell of the night:
the beer, the whisky, the smoke,
and the perfumes worn by all these women
I cannot touch —
although, I do occasionally get a napkin
with a drawing of a heart, a phone number,
and a name on it.
But I leave them all on the bar top,
so that they know I’m not interested,
even though I am sometimes tempted.
I enjoy the smell of sweat and skin.
But when I howl, I howl at the moon, not them.

My impulses are my masters,
but I don’t follow them blindly.
I may follow the footsteps of drunkards,
but I’m always tightrope walking.
Never a wrong step, except maybe
the excessive drinking.
But that’s because I get carried away too easily.
Yes, I get carried away too easily.
I know, and I’m afraid.
I’m afraid
because I know what I’m capable of doing.
I have the power to ruin my life,
to destroy everything I have built so far
in an instant.

I go in and out of bars, in and out of bars,
and my fire is always burning —
there’s always a cigarette or a cigar
burning.

What am I really chasing?
Pleasure.
But not sex and not drugs.
It’s the feeling of drowning that I love…
You’ll never understand!

My life may not have any meaning,
but that doesn’t make me stop
dreaming.
That doesn’t make me stop
wanting.

The smoke is always dancing.
The smoke is always dancing.