Sure, gentlepersons. Boxcars. "Boxcars, also known as Midnight, is the outcome of rolling thedice [sic] in a game of craps and getting a 6 on each die. The pair of 6 pips resembles a pair of boxcars on a freight train. In modern parlance, it refers to such a roll in any game involving 6 sideddice [sic] which are marked with pips." - Wikipedia. Sure, I coulda sourced the source in an attempt to appear more intellectual, but it's late and I am tired.
Welcome to another mash-up of Stooges and Stogies, wherein I take two sets of old content and viola! -- new content. If you like this sorta thing, welcome to kaplowitz.xyz: yer home on the www to this sorta thing. Said two bits a' content are a review of...
THE CIGAR
Tatuaje Havana VI (6) Verocu
No. 9 4 1/2 x 49 Petite Robustow. Nicaraguan Rosado Oscuro
b./f. Nicaraguan
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THE SHORT
Sing a Song of Six (6) Pants [1947]
Moe, Larry, & Shemp
d. Jules Whitew. Felix Adler
p. Jules White
We open with two bits (no shave and/or haircut) that involve Larry chasing a beam of sunlight mistaken as a spot, through a pair of trousers. He too eventually winds up taking a swig of cleanser instead of that other bottle and spit takes on Moe. That don't end well for the Stooge in the Middle. Shemp, the fine purveyor of the other opening gag, is sitting on a table tending to mending a pair of slacks as he is wearing them -- wait -- he ain't wearing them at all! Yowzer.
Betwixt these spots, we learn that the boys are deep in hock with their tailor equipment and will be repo'd in 24 hours. $321.86? I couldn't, gentlepersons, come up with that NOW. We know the debtors mean biz, as well, one simply does not trifle with the Skin & Flint Finance Corporation. (I. Fleecum, President.)
Any time ol' Shemp references his own "pretty lil face," well -- let's just say he had me at "pretty," the ugly mug.
Superlative balance. Great complexity, very good nuance. Softly textured accomplished sans a creamy muffling -- tho cream is present and toasted. Rich, savory, with a weighty body. Bittersweet draw and sweetbitter lingering finish with a great set a' legs. Non-acidic and zilch bite.
RADIO NEWS FLASH: Cops are scouring the city for Terry "Slippery Fingers" Hargan (Brauer). Guy's robbed 18 safes in 9 days! That's almost 2 a day! A "Large Reward" is being offered.
Quite aromatic room-note, sweet and warmly spiced. Strength uniformly increases throughout and never wallops. Mouth-feel is a bit toward damp, but never spitty. Profile moistens with progression, but never gets bogged down nor mottled.
But first a snack. Moe makes Larry and Shemp a pan cake feast on a hot clothing press. Has anyone penned a Three Stooges cookbook yet? Why not, then?
Back to the action. Mr. Grant's pants need hand-pressed and Boss Moe gives the task to Under-boss Shemp. Having been rolled up in a window shade, they refuse to lay down on the board for poor Shemp. Occasionally, he rivals his brother Curly's physical stoogery -- and this is one of those occasions. Even more rare, though, is when he looks and even sounds a LOT like Curly and seems to almost pay an homage to his little brother. All told, it's a fantastic bit of slap-stick by Shemp. He ain't just a verbal stooge. Although those nuances remain alongside the hyperbole. Smart dumb stuff, this.
What's this??? Customers!!! Slippery Fingers is on the run and runs right into the shop to hide amongst the mannequins. Detective Sharp (Dent) is hot on his heals and the boys inadvertently run distraction on the cop by trying to sell him a cheep suit. Look out for a Larry cool nuance here, when he undresses Hargan to sell Sharp his pants, and senses something ain't right.
Warmly toasted woods both hard and cedar, and spiced cocoa. Then a dark bread, rye malt attachment. Dark fruits, ripe and wet. Espresso made sweet with an accompanying molasses. Smoky. Cream. Toasty. Finely ground black pepper particularly on retro-hale... travels with a nice salted buttery note... saute.
Hargan gets away and hi-tails it back to his hideout where Flossie (Hunter) and two other associates await. Flossie shoots him some feces re: his showing up sans pants. Sassy broad. He in turn sends her back to the tailor's to collect his articles of clothing. You see, there's a code to a safe in the watch pocket of the pants. He wants to pull the heist pronto.
Right prior to Flossie sauntering into Pip Boys, Moe discovers the piece of paper and recognizes it for what it is. But what does the monogrammed TH on the suit jacket mean? Teddy Hoosevelt, of course (Shemp)! No, Thomas Hedison (Larry)! Upon further Moe inspection, Terry Hargan is embroidered on the suit.
I want my name embroidered on all my clothes. KAPLOWITZ. Wow. I can sees it now. Where was I? Oh, yeah. HARGAN WAS HERE!
But first a snack. Moe makes Larry and Shemp a pan cake feast on a hot clothing press. Has anyone penned a Three Stooges cookbook yet? Why not, then?
Back to the action. Mr. Grant's pants need hand-pressed and Boss Moe gives the task to Under-boss Shemp. Having been rolled up in a window shade, they refuse to lay down on the board for poor Shemp. Occasionally, he rivals his brother Curly's physical stoogery -- and this is one of those occasions. Even more rare, though, is when he looks and even sounds a LOT like Curly and seems to almost pay an homage to his little brother. All told, it's a fantastic bit of slap-stick by Shemp. He ain't just a verbal stooge. Although those nuances remain alongside the hyperbole. Smart dumb stuff, this.
What's this??? Customers!!! Slippery Fingers is on the run and runs right into the shop to hide amongst the mannequins. Detective Sharp (Dent) is hot on his heals and the boys inadvertently run distraction on the cop by trying to sell him a cheep suit. Look out for a Larry cool nuance here, when he undresses Hargan to sell Sharp his pants, and senses something ain't right.
Right prior to Flossie sauntering into Pip Boys, Moe discovers the piece of paper and recognizes it for what it is. But what does the monogrammed TH on the suit jacket mean? Teddy Hoosevelt, of course (Shemp)! No, Thomas Hedison (Larry)! Upon further Moe inspection, Terry Hargan is embroidered on the suit.
I want my name embroidered on all my clothes. KAPLOWITZ. Wow. I can sees it now. Where was I? Oh, yeah. HARGAN WAS HERE!
Applejack -- not Apple Jacks -- Applejack. Potpourri. Berry. A certain booziness. BBQ. Leather oils. Barnyard. Grain. Candied almond slices on finish. Not exotic, but not generic, red kitchen spices with an herbal quality... gourmet Americana.
That thing that Moe does with the scissors to Shemp's nose made me for realz cringe wonderfully.
Anyways, Flossie returns to the hideout and Hargan is none too happy to find out the combination is no longer in the pocket. He's even less happy to find out "they" took his bankroll. "C'mon boys. We're going calling." I always wanted to say that. Actually, I have said it. Many times. I've always wanted to say it to someone who would listen and then tag along, however. I say it to potatoes on their way to the fry pan, etc.
Pack softens noticeably off burn and then throughout, but seams and draw aren't affected. Although at times draw expresses a tick of a lag on its own. Supple leather hand-feel. Ash is flaky and prone to cracking, but a nice very pale grey with a silver tick here and there.
It's showdown high noon time at Pip Boys. Three on three for all the marbles. I am not sure what the heck is up with those fake beards. I sense they simply had them laying around. I too sense a tad of Hasidic Face. Nevertheless, it's go time. "Cut it out, I'm ticklish!" - Moe Howard.
In the interim, Moe and Larry team up to give a guy third degree burns in comedic if not oddly naughty fetishist style. Although I could just be reading too much into it. Lots of hot iron lingering around tuchus, though. All the baddies are subdued and who do ya think strolls in? Detective Sharp. He gathers up the crooks and tells Moe, Larry, and Shemp it is he who will get that "Large Reward." He then gifts the boys tickets to the Policeman's Ball. Fornicate upon the PO-lice.
It's showdown high noon time at Pip Boys. Three on three for all the marbles. I am not sure what the heck is up with those fake beards. I sense they simply had them laying around. I too sense a tad of Hasidic Face. Nevertheless, it's go time. "Cut it out, I'm ticklish!" - Moe Howard.
In the interim, Moe and Larry team up to give a guy third degree burns in comedic if not oddly naughty fetishist style. Although I could just be reading too much into it. Lots of hot iron lingering around tuchus, though. All the baddies are subdued and who do ya think strolls in? Detective Sharp. He gathers up the crooks and tells Moe, Larry, and Shemp it is he who will get that "Large Reward." He then gifts the boys tickets to the Policeman's Ball. Fornicate upon the PO-lice.
Smoke out-put is somewhat helter-skelter as to volume on each end. Fails to, at times, satiate smoke-hole fully. Lends to a rustic assemblage which seems germane and not missteps per se. Burn is never exceptionally even and requires a couple retouches in a shorter than average format. Blisters once. Speaking to the shorter format, a very nice pacing which offers a very decent smoke time. Draw and shaft warm up at the band, nicely so.
Tickets to the Policeman's Ball? Shemp bawls and wipes his face on an out-on-his-feet Hargan's suit collar. Only to find his stash pocket there. He grabs a roll of greenbacks and Sharp grabs Hargan off to the clink.
Shemp addresses the wad of cash: "One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, five hundred, and fifty..." With a pffft he crumbles up the fifty and tosses it aside. The others pfft, as well. Then all three come to and jump on the 50. Take THAT, both Skin & Flint!
Tickets to the Policeman's Ball? Shemp bawls and wipes his face on an out-on-his-feet Hargan's suit collar. Only to find his stash pocket there. He grabs a roll of greenbacks and Sharp grabs Hargan off to the clink.
Shemp addresses the wad of cash: "One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, five hundred, and fifty..." With a pffft he crumbles up the fifty and tosses it aside. The others pfft, as well. Then all three come to and jump on the 50. Take THAT, both Skin & Flint!
The cigar was an A-, the short a B+. Soitenly a lovely pairing. Add some Concord Grape Manischewiz to the mix and that grade's goin' to Yale.
EDITOR'S NOTE
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