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Oliva Serie G cigar paired with Johnnie Walker Black Label

Have a Cigar: Oliva Serie G Churchill

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Name: Oliva Serie G Churchill

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: Churchill (7 inches x 50)

Strength: Mild to Medium

I wake up tired, dreams leaking, mouth dry.
I kiss my wife, “Good morning, love.”
Then I jump out of bed like a cat out of a trash can
and go downstairs to make coffee.

Another day. More work. Isn’t that my life?
But it’s Friday, so I work half day,
and it’s a sunny day.
Can’t let this go to waste.

“Me, you, and barbecue,” I tell my wife.
“How romantic of you,” she says as she smiles.
“I’m serious,” I say.
“Let’s do it,” she says.

Fire,
meat,
a bottle of premium Scotch whisky,
and a good cigar.

The sun is shining like there are no misfortunes in the world,
like work isn’t stressful and anxiety attacks are unheard of,
like death doesn’t exist,
like life is devoid of suffering,
like Lucifer is still God’s favorite angel.

The sun is shining,
and my loved one is sitting next to me.
Maybe I can call myself happy.
Right now. Happy.

Cuba Aliados Cabinet Selection

Have a Cigar: Cuba Aliados Cabinet Selection Gran Toro

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Name: Cuba Aliados Cabinet Selection Gran Toro

Country: Honduras

Shape: Parejo

Size: (6 1/2 inches x 56)

Strength: Medium to Full

The last Cuba Aliados Cabinet Selection I had was paired with peated whisky. It was a success. But, this time, I felt like pairing this one with lager, and so I did. I got notes of cocoa, leather, some hints of cashew and cedar, too.

The cigar burned slowly and kept me company for almost two hours. And in those two hours, I worked. Overtime. And when I was done with work, I spent some time thinking. I thought about work. And I thought until my fingers burned.

I know one thing: I’ve been working too much and living too little. I’ve known this for years. But what can I do? I come from a working-class family. I have to work as much as I can, make money as much as I can, so that I eventually cease being a “working-class man.”

I go inside and stare at my bookshelves. I suddenly have the urge to add meaning to my life. I don’t want to be an automaton. I want to set myself free.

I pick a book called Human, All Too Human. Nietzsche. How long has it been?

Standing there, eyes probably red, I start turning the pages and read sentences that I have underlined years ago.

Nietzsche writes, “If a man is something, it is not really necessary for him to do anything – and yet he does a great deal. There is a human species higher even than the ‘productive’ man.”

And maybe that man is the one who completed his work and now has time to enjoy his cigar without disturbance.

Or maybe he means something else entirely.

The productive man is too busy working, and he doesn’t have time to think. He is not living in the world; he is living in his work.

But is that a bad thing?

I don’t know. It seems that I’m back outside on the balcony drinking, and I’m sitting next to many empty beer bottles. I’m too drunk to know. And I’m already reading other underlined sentences. This one says: “A profession is the backbone of life.”

I’m exhausted. I better call it a night.