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Wine Review of a Lebanese wine: Cave du Monastere St Jean Cuvee Zakher 2019

Lebanese Wines: Cave du Monastere St Jean Cuvee Zakher 2019

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Name: Cave du Monastere St Jean Cuvee Zakher 2019
Type: Red Wine
Grapes: Cabernet Sauvignon, Cabernet Franc, Merlot, Syrah
Year: 2019
Country: Lebanon
Region: Mount Lebanon
Date Consumed: October 16, 2023

Description:

Minutes after pouring, the sediment settles to the bottom
like childhood sins in the subconscious of an old man.
All is forgiven.
This is a wine that tastes like a prayer on a stormy night.
It is a confession.
Confessions by Saint Augustine, Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau.
I can smell old books caramelized on forgotten shelves.
I can taste prunes, rain, and firewood.
At the dinner table with my family, I feel like crying
but I laugh instead.

Smoking a Casa Magna Liga F by the pool in Cyprus

Have a Cigar: Casa Magna Liga F Toro

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Name: Casa Magna Liga F Toro

Country: Dominican Republic

Shape: Parejo

Size: Toro (6 inches x 52)

Strength: Medium to Full

“You’ve changed,” they say
as if it’s a bad thing.
The problem is that they
have stayed the same.

“He hasn’t changed,” they say
as if it’s a good thing.
What they mean is that they
do not reproach him.

Rocky Patel B52 Maduro

Have a Cigar: Rocky Patel Edge B52 Maduro

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Name: Rocky Patel Edge B52 Maduro

Country: Honduras

Shape: Parejo

Size: (4 1/2 inches x 60)

Strength: Full

We’re talking about a fat, full-bodied, maduro cigar. I paired it with black American coffee and got strong flavors of earth, leather, and all sorts spices. It burned well, and it had a decent draw.

I wouldn’t say it was the best Rocky Patel cigar I’ve ever smoked. I didn’t enjoy the first third as much as I would have liked. The notes danced inharmoniously in my mouth. It was as if I was tasting chaos. But my taste buds adjusted shortly after, and I started enjoying the overall experience the B52 had to offer.

I had my well-deserved alone time on the balcony, and the B52 kept me company.

As I let the cigar burn adagio, I wrote in my journals and thought about the meaning of life.