Admiral Cigar. Beirut, Lebanon.

Have a Cigar: Admiral Robusto

Name: Admiral Robusto

Strength: Medium

When I smoke a new cigar, I like to learn more about it by conducting a little research. Like any cigar aficionado, I like to know where it was made and what type of tobacco leaves were used to make the cigar.

Reading about cigars may not give me as much joy as smoking them, but it undeniably does give me pleasure. The more I know about a cigar, the more I enjoy smoking it. And that’s why I do my research.

Usually, I get results as soon as I type in the brand name in the search engine. But sometimes I’m not that lucky. Some brands are harder to find online than others. Naturally, I have no trouble finding the bigger brands. What’s tiring is finding information about the smaller brands. A lot of times, it appears like the internet doesn’t even know these brands exist. And that’s unfortunate.

For instance, I smoked a cigar called Admiral yesterday, and I cannot find anything about it on the internet today.

What kind of a Cinderella story is this?

Smoking a Plasencia Cosecha 146 San Luis cigar at Loris Gourmet

Have a Cigar: Plasencia Cosecha 146 San Luis

Name: Plasencia Cosecha 146 San Luis

Country: Honduras

Shape: Parejo

Size: (5 3/4 inches x 54)

Strength: Medium

I used to wait for a good occasion
to light a cigar.
When I think about it now,
I shake my head and smile.

Why do I need to wait
for someone to get married
for me to light up a stick?
Why does it have to be an engagement,
or a bachelor, or a baptism,
or a birthday party
or anything?

These days, I don’t care.
I just want to feel good.
I burn six to seven a week.
I smoke everywhere,
everywhere I can.

I’d light one up at a funeral, too,
if I had the chance.
I don’t mind.
It’s not only on happy occasions that a man
needs a smoke.

Hamlet Paredes 25th Year Toro during a picnic in Dhour El Choueir

Have a Cigar: Hamlet Paredes 25th Year Toro

Name: Hamlet Paredes 25th Year Toro

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

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

Strength: Medium

There’s you,
your wife,
and the dog.

The dog’s licking rocks,
chewing on branches,
and eating grass.

The wife is sitting on a picnic blanket,
sipping on vodka
while tanning her shoulders.

You’re looking at her,
asking yourself, “How
can I make her the happiest person
on earth?”

You’re an average man
coming from a working-class family.
Boy, just a few years ago,
you couldn’t afford a good steak.
Surprise, surprise, yo.
You didn’t see yourself
living the life,
did you?
The nice apartment,
the hot wife,
and everything else that you love so much right now.
You thought, “Nah,
it’s never going to happen ’cause I’m poor.”

But you forget
your father raised a hard-working man.
Your mother put fire in your soul.

Man…
What a ride!
Have a sip of beer.

You were a nobody,
and you’re still a nobody,
a nobody who
likes to read, write, drink,
and smoke cigars.
Yeah, nobody knows you,
but aren’t you exactly who you want to be
right now? Aren’t you
who you weren’t meant to be?

Wake up, son!
You had a lot to drink.
But that was a good nap.

There’s sun in your eyes,
sweat on your brow,
mustard on your shirt.

But it’s alright if you smile.
Smile, you son of a gun!
Yeah,
when you add it all up,
you’re happy.

How did you manage to be so happy?

Wake up, son!
It’s time to play with the dog.
It’s time to kiss your wife.

It’s time to know you’re happy.