Puro Del Oro Cigar Review. Beirut, Lebanon

Have a Cigar: Puro Del Oro Grand Churchill

Name: Puro Del Oro Grand Churchill

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: (7 inches x 62)

Strength: Medium to Full

Here come the first signs of winter, and I’m back to drinking red wine. This time I opened a bottle of Sun Gate, a Cabernet Sauvignon from California. It’s a wine that is suitable for everyone, I think. Affordable. Full-bodied and easy to enjoy.

I paired it with Puro Del Oro Grand Churchill, which is a notably big cigar. It’s seven inches and has a ring gauge of 62. It burns slowly and will definitely stay with you for a while. I don’t usually go for cigars this big, but I wanted to reward myself with a big cigar after a long day at work. I wanted to clear my head. And this was it.

When I was finally done smoking the cigar, there was one more glass left in the bottle. I thought about it for a second but then decided to call it a night.

No reason to empty a whole bottle on a weekday.

*****

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Paradiso Clasico Cigar Review. Beirut, Lebanon.

Have a Cigar: Paradiso Clasico Robusto

Name: Paradiso Clasico Robusto

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: Robusto (5 1/2 inches x 50)

Strength: Medium to Full

Notes of coffee, dark chocolate, pepper, and bread. I lit this Paradiso cigar just to smoke something while I worked overtime. It was close to midnight, it had been a long day, and I needed to reward myself while working. I couldn’t wait anymore.

Work — an anaconda wrapped around me,
and I cannot withstand the constriction coil.
Work — labor,
toil.
God, I’m so tired,
dehumanized,
and bored.

Oh, I need a cigar.

Economy — an invisible monster
that feeds off time,
men’s finite amount of time.

Labor —
it is the “productive” digestion of time.

Laborer — also someone whose fingertips peck the keyboard
for more than eight hours a day
for money.

Employee — one who unknowingly worships Ponos,
one who offers himself as a sacrifice
on the altar of business growth.

Salary — like digested food is shit,
digested time is money.

Capital — shit that multiplies itself.
It is like bad bacteria.

Money — “Eat shit and see you tomorrow, buddy.”

Oh, I need a cigar.

And, well, I am working on my laptop now.
Look at me working now.
It’s almost midnight, and every task
is another log in the flame of fury.

Oh, I need a cigar.

CAO Pilon Corona

Have a Cigar: CAO Pilon Corona

Name: CAO Pilon Corona

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: Corona (5 1/2 inches x 44)

Strength: Medium

The CAO Pilon Corona tastes like friendship wrapped in gallantry. It’s a cigar I like to smoke with a drink in my hand and a friend by my side.

I paired this one with Laphroaig 10 and got hints of birch, cocoa, and pepper. The final third was a little spicier and woodier than the first two, and I got mild notes of burnt caramel.

The finish was strong, and I loved it.