Brunch
I woke up at 9:45 this morning. I managed to take my various pills, and get my fake teeth put in straight. Sometimes, odd cigars happen when I’m a little fuzzy in the brain. This cigar is about 52 ring at the head, and maybe 70 or more at the foot. I’m guessing the length is about 6-1/2 inches. I don’t remember exactly what the wrapper is, since I prepped the leaf some time yesterday. It uses a double binder of Sumatra to wrangle its girth. The filler is Corojo ligero, Piloto Cubano viso and Paraguay Flojo. Hmm...there may be some Nicaragua Habano viso in there too. Where I go wrong is that I have no sense of an appropriate quantity of each filler component when I’ve just gotten out of bed. So I occasionally end up with a monstrosity, like this one. I remember thinking that it felt mighty thick, as I goaded all that filler into the binder.
But it smokes like a champ. The draw is excellent, which I attribute to my auto-pilot fingertips, after having rolled over 10,000 cigars. (Idle hands are the devil’s workshop!) When fuzzy upstairs, I still usually succeed in my blending ratios, which was true today as well. So the taste is rich and full, without making my head spin.
It’s nearly lunch time already, and I’m still smoking my breakfast cigar, while nursing a huge mug of coffee, and enjoying a sunny, 70 degree day, sitting on my front porch. Overhead, the wispy, high cirrus clouds of Hurricane Maria drift past.
I suppose there is something that I should be doing.
Bob