Lebanese Wines: Aurora Cabernet Franc 2018

Name: Aurora – Cabernet Franc 2018
Type: Red Wine
Grapes: Cabernet Franc
Year: 2018
Country: Lebanon
Region: North Lebanon


Date Consumed: February 22, 2023

A wine that tastes like boiled lust wrapped in satin.

Imagine a beautiful woman sitting cross-legged on dewy grass,
watching the night sky, letting the time pass.
Listen to her shy laughter
right after
she gives you the middle finger.

The wine fondles your tongue.

Something silky, ferric,
with hints of strawberry
like soft, bitten lips.

A kiss.
A false goodbye.
An image, a memory
that never took place.

Flor de Oliva Toro paired with whisky and rum

Have a Cigar: Flor de Oliva Original Toro

Name: Flor de Oliva Original Toro

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: (6 inches x 50)

Strength: Medium

The doorbell rings.
You let the old friend in.

“Come in, come in!
Where have you been?
Come in, old friend,
and have a cigar.”

He comes with a gift
— a bottle of Scotch.
“Thank you!
You didn’t have to!
I’ll open it now!”

You bring him the humidor.
“Here,” you say,
“Choose one that you love.”
“You have good taste,” he says,
“Please, choose one for me.”

You light one up,
and he lights one up.
You pour the Scotch,
and then you pour some rum.

and women.

You drink, you smoke, you talk,
you talk
until the night ends.

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

Have a Cigar: La Flor Dominicana Air Bender Maduro Chisel

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.
“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

What am I really chasing?
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
That doesn’t make me stop

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