To read a newspaper is to refrain from reading something worth while. The natural laziness of the mind tempts one to eschew authors who demand a continuous effort of intelligence. The first discipline of education must therefore be to refuse resolutely to feed the mind with canned chatter.
People tell me that they must read the papers so as to know what is going on. In the first place, they could hardly find a worse guide. Most of what is printed turns out to be false, sooner or later. Even when there is no deliberate deception, the account must, from the nature of the case, be presented without adequate reflection and must seem to possess an importance which time shows to be absurdly exaggerated; or vice versa. No event can be fairly judged without background and perspective.
The above from one Mr. Aleister Crowley, The Confessions of Aleister Crowley (1929). It has nothing to do at all with anything herein. Lettuce looksie this fine cigar, gentlepersons...
NOTES
This San Cristobal, a Nicaraguan puro, combusts on an even 'nuff line with an occasional slight sorta ripple. Nothing require-some of redirection via Bic-flick. Its pace does err towards the hasty side of moderate, building quickly a dense-pale inch easily at a time. Excellent smoke out-put both active and at rest, unfortunately, my breezy carport lounge carries away any hope of room-note sniffings. Rolled expertly-well: tight even seams, excellent smooth draw, and zilch hard/soft spots and/or softening. Form holds well to the coolly delivering nub.
Once the pepper front settles, a sweetness comes in to balance with its own under-belly of assorted spices which mimic a rub seasoning and overall are verily well-delineated. Lightly salted bitter notes get more stage-time in the second-half. Sour contributions are lacking, but it somehow doesn't rock the balance boat too heavily. Smoothly textured in spite of lotsa woods and being sans cream per se. Heavy and full but too somehow shy of rich, perhaps back to that lack of cream. Fairly straight-forward but there are nice additions along the way. It just seems to march ahead, undeterred. This amplifies the feeling of it being paced in haste.
- Pepper, black and red (front-loaded)
- Wood, oak. Lumber?
- Coffee Beans, full city roast
- Tobacco, dark toasted
- Cumin
- Molasses
- Brown sugar
- Paprika
- Ginger (fleeting)
- Graham (fleeting)
- Leather, stiff
- Salt
- Manure
- Top-soil
BINDER: Nicaraguan
FILLER: Nicaraguan
STRENGTH: Medium-Full
FORMAT: Toro "Supremo"
ORIGIN: Tabacalera Cubana S.A. "My Father" Esteli, Nicaragua
BLENDER: Don Pepin Garcia
FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59
The San Cristobal brand is manufactured by Pepin Garcia for Ashton Cigars.
FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59
The San Cristobal brand is manufactured by Pepin Garcia for Ashton Cigars.
This sampling came courtesy of Cigars on 7th.
My personal haunt & Eugene OR's premier cigar shop.
Cigars on 7th. Conveniently located on Lincoln.
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"The (Pardon My) French Toast" Kaplowitz Radio: December 26, 2017