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.

Have a Cigar: Don Tomas Clasico Allegro Tube

Name: Don Tomas Clasico Allegro Tube

Country: Honduras

Shape: Parejo

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

Strength: Medium

Every man needs to befriend solitude.

I know a lot of people who can’t stand being alone. And I don’t understand that. Sartre would say they are in bad company.

Being alone means being with yourself. Being alone means to have a conversation with yourself. It means being yourself.

When I meet new people, I ask, “What do you do when you’re alone.” If I don’t like their answer, I don’t become their friend. People who say they get bored when they’re alone are actually saying that they bore themselves.

I never bore myself, and I like being alone. In fact, the only time I am not bored is when I am alone.

It is sad that people bore me. Most of them, at least. And that’s why I am bored most of the time. And, when they’re around, I like to drink.

September 23, 2021: Goodbye, Summer

Strong winds today. Weather forecast says it will rain, and it looks like it will. The clouds hovering over the sea look furious, and they are coming my way.

I woke up with a hangover. I had my best friend over for BBQ last night. Him and his wife. Me and my wife. The women had white wine while we emptied a bottle of Cardhu 15. It was a great night. I smoked three cigars. On the menu we had grilled zucchinis and eggplants, marinated chicken breasts, merguez sausages, and pork chops. Good stuff. But heavy. Very heavy.

Right now, I’m happy I’m working from home. The headache I have is unbearable. My productivity level is low, though I’m still able to complete the more urgent tasks on my list. I’m managing, I guess. So far, so good. I have a few Zoom calls left. Once I’m done with those, I’ll be able to relax a little. But just a little. Later tonight, I’ll also be handing in a freelance project.

I want to spend some time with my wife, but it looks like I’ll be working until I sleep.

Anyway…

Goodbye, summer.