Macanudo Inspirado Orange

Have a Cigar: Macanudo Inspirado Diplomat

Name: Macanudo Inspirado Diplomat

Country: Honduras

Shape: Perfecto

Size: (4 1/2 inches x 38/60/44)

Strength: Mild to Medium

I smoked this cigar on a sunny day.
It was my first cigar of the day.

It was a small gift
from a close friend.

I smoked it in the woods,
in the afternoon,
in my hiking boots.

I smoked it on a very good day,
in good company.

So I cannot but love this cigar.

Have a Cigar: Camacho Corojo Toro

Name: Camacho Corojo Toro

Country: Honduras

Shape: Parejo

Size: (6 inches x 50)

Strength: Medium to Full

If you are looking for a cigar that tastes like a hardcore adventure, the Camacho Corojo Toro is probably the one you need to burn next. I lit one at a wedding, and I enjoyed it with Johnnie Walker Black Label, though, if I had the choice, I would have paired it with a smokier whisky.

It’s a spicy cigar, but coffee and nutty notes are also present.

A guy introduced himself to me shortly after I started smoking the Camacho Corojo. He asked what I was smoking. He said it smelled great but that it was an eye-catching stick, too. He was talking about the big, red Camacho band. A conversation followed. We talked about cigars until I had to remove the band to be able to continue smoking.

Eventually, the cigar found the ashtray, and it was time for me to dance.

Cumpay Corona Cigar Review.

Have a Cigar: Cumpay Corona

Name: Cumpay Corona

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: Corona (5 1/2 inches x 42)

Strength: Mild

I turn my back on the sun and light a cigar.
The sunset and the sea mean nothing to me.

I am overwhelmed with thoughts.
There’s always so much work to do,
always so much work left
for me to do.

It’s like my mind can never leave
the workplace.
My mind can never punch out.

I’m on standby all the time,
forever ready to receive an email
outside working hours.

No matter how efficient I am,
I will never accomplish enough
to deserve a good break.

I draw and blow white smoke
as businesses live and die.

Ghosts of CEOs and COOs slither out of my mouth,
and they all look like the man
in Edvard Munch’s The Scream.
They all look the same to me.

I want to scream, too,
but the neighbors may think I’m crazy.
So,
I turn my back on the sun and light a cigar.