Friday, December 30, 2022

The Brief Debut of Tildy by O. Henry in Review

TITLE: The Brief Debut of Tildy
AUTHOR: O. Henry (William Sydney Porter)

PUBLISHED: 1906
PUBLISHER: McClure, Phillips & Co., NY
COLLECTION: The Four Million

NOTES:
[spoiler alert]

Conceivably it is within this narrative that O Henry succumbs to his inclination the hardest regarding his methodology of using elongated verbiage when perchance truncation might well have better sufficed. It reads a bit like a forked-tongue flim-flam of a carnie selling a bill of goods to a rube. Although breaking the fourth wall helps let you in on the game and... crap... where's my wallet. I bought a bridge where exactly?

At least I was entertained while having my pocket picked. I will say that Tildy headlines a quite good final entry into The Four Million collection because of this and more which sees it serve as a form of recapitulation or almost encore. It's also an excellent look at how deftly O draws characters and the dialog between them, even to the realistic extent that the two waitresses (the lovely Aileen and the frumpy Tildy) here seem to miss each other's meanings quite often. It's just they're so different you see.

The two perform their conversings at their workplace, an equally well-drawn greasy spoon by the name of Bogle's Chop House. Bogle himself mans the register but "You are not Bogle's friend." And those three hold down the fort as a myriad of irregulars and regulars and regular irregulars file in and out, hungry then cheaply fed. All flirt with the lovely Aileen whom doth hold court and Tildy takes her lower less glamorous lot in life in stride until one day when a certain fellow shows her some passing, drunken, and regretted affection.

Along the way, Aileen gets a black eye from a 'Fresh guy.' And "Tildy listened to the adventure with breathless admiration." Perhaps her own grabby Mr. Seeders would show her the immense love she craved and "rush in suddenly and shoot her with a pistol." Alas, after laying low a few days after his trespass he has nothing for her but an apology and I do hope she got to keep the raise she was given on account of her newly found although mistook admirer. It's all quite sordidly toxically masculine.

Also, it's all written in a surprisingly modern manner, content aside. It feels much more to employ and deploy a living language than in some of its contemporary penned by other hands tales. That's a thing I've noticed in my reading of Henry. It feels so familiar to these days. You don't need to reach back in time and consume these bite-sized stories as one would in a way sort of like period pieces. It's all so vividly alive. And the twist at the end, of course, an O trademark, the thing that allows you to admire the con and even maybe adore the con artist.

"Don't fret, Til," said Aileen, who did not understand entirely. "That turnip-faced little clothespin of a Seeders ain't worth it. He ain't anything of a gentleman or he wouldn't have apologised." I don't know why I say this reads timeless as I type out those words but it does, or else I have been hood-winked. I know for sure, that if the case is hood-winking, O Henry wouldn't apologize. He'd remain a gentleman if even just in kayfabe and a gentleman if even just in kayfabe never strays from that--even when 'pretty well tanked up.'

PLOT: B+
CHARACTERS: A-
SETTINGS: A-
DIALOG: A

FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Thursday, December 29, 2022

Enebes Tabac The Leaf Maduro in Review

BRAND: Enebes Tabac
BLEND: The Leaf Maduro

WRAPPER: Mexican San Andres
BINDER: Ecuadorian Habano
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Rothschild box-press
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Semi-sweet chocolate | Black pepper | Cayenne pepper

Straightforward once it calms down. I wouldn't say calm. Linebacker eyes. Simple italicized primaries settle-into leathery barnyard earthiness. Excellent ash growth, draw, and bittersweet (aroma).

TASTE: B
DRAW: A-
BURN: B+
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Thoughts on The Wrong Shape from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

Thoughts on The Wrong Shape from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

First published in The Saturday Evening Post (December 10, 1910) and then in The Innocence of Father Brown collection (1911). This edition: The Complete Father Brown Mysteries (Carousel Books, 2021). SPOILERS AHEAD?

This tale puts me in mind of one of many reasons I dislike casual dining concept restaurants. You know, those sit-down microwaved entree corporate establishments with license plates hanging all about. They think a framed picture exudes more fun when hung woefully askew on the wall. I always want to straighten them. It really throws off my sense of equilibrium as well as violates my taste in decor. I do like to pull a server aside to let them know a person in my party is celebrating their birthday, however. Whether they are or not.

Anyways...

"The whole house was built upon the plan of a T, but a T with a very long crosspiece and a very short tail piece." Positively off-puttingly eerie. There is also an exotic and therefore potentially evil knife of the wrong shape. And there is a murdered invalid poet (Quinton), a mystic, a doctor, and a mooch. Of course, there is Father Brown and with him, his newly-saved newly-minted right-hand Frenchman Flambeau, with his black mustache and small cigarette... so French! There is simply no way this man's top two shirt buttons have ever been closed.

"I die by my own hand, yet I die murdered!"

So reads the note left behind. Left behind on a bit of paper of the wrong shape. "It isn't square," answered Brown. "It has a sort of edge snipped off at the corner. What does it mean?" It appears simply a thing the man did to all his papers, well, 22 of 23 at least. How maddeningly odd. Where's that Indian (Hindoo) guy? The mooch (Atkinson) unbelievably wants to duke it out with Flambeau? Has everyone gone nutty? The doctor (Harris) is at his wit's end, "'How the deuce should I know?' growled the doctor." Father Brown remains cool as a cuke, or more aptly, a potato.

The stormy weather and lightning are no help here in maintaining calm. It's all so subtly and unrelentingly off-kilter. Both cacti and azaleas? I might faint. Comparatively, this installment is written in seemingly more haste, and read with a greater sense of urgency thanks to many a rapid word such as 'rapidly.' Also: 'running,' 'sprung,' 'flew,' and 'fell.' There is action. I am put in mind of another thing. The way comic book superheroes are drawn running, that incredible dynamic tilt-lean forward--almost falling into that action. This makes the ending we fall into so much more heavily static, and weighted. A letter of explanation and confession was delivered to the little priest.

Up to that point, the only counterbalance to all the freneticism was in the quietness of the mystic and the emptiness of the drug-addled poet.

The butler did it is such a tired trope and really isn't at all inclusive of other more studious occupations. Another trope? The wife was loved by another man who thought himself superior to her 'tormenting little lunatic' husband. Tropes must start somewhere, although I wouldn't bet that this one started here--although here it is handled quite well. Another thing. Just one more thing. Among all the action that ends in still gravitas... stands Father Brown and seemingly the seeds of Columbo with his pestering questions. Borrowing from trope, birthing an archetype?

Give a penny, take a penny. My two cents say this one is worth a buck. Which adjusted for today's inflation is, well, a good deal more.

Previously: Thoughts on The Honour of Israel Gow from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

Next: Thoughts on The Sins of Prince Saradine from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

::: very :::

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

GTO Cigars Mandinga Forte! Maduro in Review

BRAND: GTO
BLEND: Mandinga Forte! Maduro

WRAPPER: Mexican San Andres
BINDER: Proprietary
FILLER: Proprietary

FORMAT: Gran Toro (660)
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Coffee beans (w/chicory) | Smoked hickory | Stiff leather

A growing dark chocolate influence attaches itself to the leathery note. Nice balance there, nice everywhere really. A little bit of plum in the compost nethers. Structured quite well and thus delineated the same thanks to that smoky-seasoned hickory. Complexities occur when the hickory and chicory (coffee in tow) say hello to each other. A smooth black pepper sides with the wood. Some do-si-do happenings amongst those bits.

Regarding performance, the 60RG has a slight wobble to its line and three re-directs are required. The draw is a bit airy here and there, but the ash sure ain't and builds on itself to beat the band. Exceptionally smoky insofar as out-put and yields a pleasant dark sweet grain aroma that hits the palate at the halfway mark. There is a single soft spot up-under the band. The final-third brings on board a blackstrap molasses.

Pacing is a tick-quick but that's OK because 'Baby, it's Cold Outside,' and I'm headed back in.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: B+
BURN: B
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Friday, December 23, 2022

Kaplowitz Media. Cigars of the Month for December 2022

Kaplowitz Media.
Cigars of the Month
for December 2022


(listed in alphabetical order)
(names are links to full reviews).


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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! 

Fabian (A Tale Not Well Told) | A Kaplowitz Media. Podcast Special Holiday Presentation

Fabian (A Tale Not Well Told) | A Kaplowitz Media. Podcast Special Holiday Presentation

(originally aired 12/22/22)

I read a bit of my own original fiction. A new Christmas Classic? KM. wishes happy holidays to one and all. (Words and voice: my own.) You can also read it yourself HERE.

If the audio player below does not show up in your email or browser, please click HERE to enjoy it on Spotify. If it does, of course, simply click play to just as equally enjoy.



MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

::: very :::

Thursday, December 22, 2022

Partagas Cigars Aniversario 170 in Review

BRAND: Partagas
BLEND: Aniversario

WRAPPER: Cameroon
BINDER: Connecticut Habano
FILLER: Dominican, Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Robusto
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Medium/Medium-full

NOTES:
Black pepper | Seasoned hardwood | Earth

Aggressively delivered black pepper--aggressively-angled hardwood framework. Toasty-smoky soarings. Secondary beefy notes are yelled from the scorched-earth below. Vacuous-yet-rasping, bitter-sweet 'tweens expand as their surroundings peter-out.

TASTE: B-
DRAW: A-
BURN: B+
BUILD: A-

FINAL GRADE: B
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

s/o Cigar Craig.

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Fabian (A Tale Not Well Told) | A Kaplowitz Media. Original Work of Fiction

Fabian (A Tale Not Well Told) | A Kaplowitz Media. Original Work of Fiction

Now is not the time for vagueries. Not with so much at stake and with so little time remaining. There is a room and there is a man who is in the room. The room is in a building of a nondescript appearance, the type which makes a cold-shouldered village of families and lore and happiness and heartbreak the likes of which we shall never know. And that place is in a larger place not at all dissimilar to what I've already described. Also, there are other men involved, evil men. It's probably raining heavily. Sleet. Probably lashing at the rattling glass panes since it's more likely than not quite windy outside as well.

It was the type of year that you'll occasionally experience if you're lucky to be granted enough years, one wherein summer becomes winter by completely bypassing autumn. It was a late-blooming summer as well, come to think of it. The previous spring had overstayed its wet welcome. But when the heat came, it hit hard in waves upon waves of heatwaves unrelenting and ponderous. Unrelenting and, often literally, thunderous. The streets baked and the pedestrians baked and even the bakers baked and maybe it was even cooler by their ovens than alongside the plate glass window of a shop, its humid air slowly being brought to a boil around it. But now it was cooling fast towards cold if not already frigid and the rains (no, sleet) and the winds, as already mentioned had days ago arrived and seemed intent to stay. Snow loomed as imminently as did Christmas Day.

The day, week, and year are unimportant and our character has no name. In all honesty, he of course does, but it's of no concern with the tale at hand and as already noted--time runs ever-so thin. His shirt is white, stained with wear, and worn thin as time itself by where its jersey cotton fabric meets its neckband. He fidgets with a thing as he sits at a table under a bare bulb that hangs from above, a ceiling stained by previously leaky pipes. He stands. Sits back down. Fine, his name is Fabian and it's a silly name for this man until you understand that it's of Roman origin meaning a thing like 'bean-seller.' Fabian doesn't sell beans though. He's just not quite as fancy as his given name might well suggest.

Fabian had a wife. She was a pretty enough woman who wore her face rather high on her head. He had a child with her and then another child but then back to one child and then no wife. Finally no house either, with its grand front porch running its entire shingled span. On it sits a rocking chair painted white but flaking some. The door was painted red on the outside, and a sort of eggshell color on the inside. Further inside were dressed (not bare) bulbs and dresses in closets, well, one closet. A television was always on and sometimes a Christmas tree was in the opposite corner of that carpeted room and sometimes, gifts were placed under it with care. Those times were especially nice and the house smelled of cookies and contentment then. This, of course, is the story of Fabian's end and we begin there, almost completely disregarding what precipitated the fall.

He strikes a match and lights a cigarette, coughs a hacking cough. He doesn't smoke but felt the ambiance needed a little bit of an extra little something. Chesterfields. He walks to the window and down in the street below, Fabian sees the evil men all congregated in wait. Sits back down, Fidgets more. Now there's a bottle of liquor, whisky, he swigs straight from it and it burns going down. He's not a drinker. He doesn't smile from underneath his two-weeks stubble growing underneath his weary almost assuredly bloodshot eyes. They are the color of Caribbean waters and oddly pretty all things considered. His nose is broken, healed, broken, and healed again--all years ago.

He listens for the evil footsteps on the stairs and doesn't hear them yet. Yet. He stands up and sits back down. Then he stands back up and walks around the table with its one leg up on a Gideon Bible for the sake of balance and interjection of religion into this short moody story. He's done worrying. Done with all thinking and all thought. We catch him precisely at the moment of action. He starts to stand. Stops. Were those footsteps? No. He walks to a small flat desk with a long thin drawer over where a chair slides into it. To the right of that are three deeper drawers. He takes a legal pad and pencil from the thin one. There's no chair. He walks them over to the table. I'll try and speed this up a tick.

The pencil has no point (none at all) and he walks back to the old rickety desk, rifles through the bigger three drawers in search of a pencil sharpener. Curses aloud when he doesn't find one. The desk is painted a strange green hue and who the heck paints over a solid wood piece of furniture? It's an oil-based paint that makes it seem like the desk is almost wrapped in rubber or at least laminated. Except, of course, at the points where elbows and forearms are wont to oft rest. In the bottom drawer is an old phonograph loaded with a record and from its comedically over-sized brass horn plays the most apropos music you could ever possibly imagine. He raises the gun to his head, begins the pull, and the phone rings. It's her.

"Come home." The evil men downstairs understand the bang for precisely what it is and dissipate whilst shrugging blandly. But Fabian is a clever, clever man and shoots at the refrigerator while answering the call. The bullet probably made it through the refrigerator door, perhaps spoiled milk poured freely from a neatly pierced jug. And the porch has a rocking chair painted white but flaking some. He could already feel his body sink into its familiar embrace. The evil men would think him dead and would leave him be with his kid and his pretty enough wife who wore her face rather high on her head. And maybe the part of your mind that makes your ears work shuts down last of all and maybe the sirens of your own meat wagon sound like a phone that rang a split second too late or not at all.

Something is not right. It just doesn't work. He can't make it work. He's rewritten that last paragraph a hundred times. It's no use. Stanley will try again, maybe start another instead, as the rewrites now tend to dull with each attempt. Another abandoned bit of nothing. Time wears thinner and thinner still. He spends his nights trying to make these little stories work and none ever really do. At least not yet. Some get close. If one ever does, he'll send it off to an agent. Or maybe a publisher. He's not really sure about all that. During the day Stanley stocks shelves in a grocery store where time never ever wears thin and all the labels on the cans of beans need to face forward in a uniform fashion. Time, in fact, is abundant in its thickness there.

::: very :::

Tuesday, December 20, 2022

Big Sky Cigar Co. El Profesor in Review

BRAND: Big Sky
BLEND: El Profesor

WRAPPER: Habano
BINDER: Nicaraguan
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Short Corona (4.75x44)
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Salted caramel | Leaves & sticks | Chickens in suede workboots

Sweet little salted caramel treats. Packed a tick loosely. Balanced simply, charred a smoky 'burning a leaf-pile' tick. Autumnal spices pair well there. Chicken coop. A fun little character to stick in your smoke-hole and smoke.

TASTE: B
DRAW: B+
BURN: B
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Monday, December 19, 2022

On Creators Reviewing Creators | A Kaplowitz Media. Think Piece

On Creators Reviewing Creators | A Kaplowitz Media. Think Piece

John Updike. Not only was he a famed novelist, but also a writer of short stories and poetry, as well as of quite noteworthy literary criticism. Yes, literary criticism. A part of literary criticism involves the evaluation of literary works. You know, the reviewing of books, to put it in its simplest terms, book reviews. I also engage in this sort of thing as well as in tobacco criticism--which in its simplest manner would be called cigar reviews. One could split hairs between critique and review but that, for the sake of this, is neither here nor there.

Much more this is that Updike went so far as to write rules for reviewing written works. I'd regale you with those particulars in the here and now, but for the sake of our current purposes it's enough to simply understand that authors will and have quite commonly-so, review/ed other authors to the extent he thought that all to be necessary. In retrospect, I might have done better in spitting that out and moving forward but brevity is for the less charming among us than I.

So why does it appear taboo to think of a cigar manufacturer embarking on publicly reviewing cigars not of his own manufacture? It's a thing just not hardly ever seen and when it briefly is--it's met with no small amount of, well, criticism of the negative variety. Perhaps it's because it could be misused as a promotional tool for one's own company. Granted, like beauty, those condemnations might well be in the eyes of the beholder. But that also is why rules are so important to have and hold. I don't see how adhering to Updike's or even your own moral compass would steer you too terribly wrong.

But if it does, your peers will let you know. Peer review. That's an interesting sort of thing and another way to look at the what-ifs regarding a cigar maker reviewing another cigar maker's wares. I've batted an idea around in my mind for some years; a thought experiment involving the possible benefit of the premium cigar industry forming its own sort of panel with manufacturers and other professionals on a board and essentially self-regulating things that might occur which could yield black eyes.

I won't go into particulars regarding that but for a short for-instance, a self-governing committee could maybe question if wrapping smokes up like candy might be giving the wrong side fodder in our constantly ongoing 'arguments' regarding that which I won't more mention here. We'll leave it as a problem of sending perhaps mixed signals. I am not voicing an opinion there. Nevertheless, perhaps peer reviews are a more independent, come as you are, and leave as you wish--way of accomplishing what this theoretical committee would most likely fall short of. It might also kindly precipitate the demise of some lousy offerings. Put them out of our misery, say.

No one likes their Home Owners Association telling them how to cut their grass and what flags to (not) hang and where or when. Plus, people do have a sweet spot for a rebel. For as long as that lasts, anyway.

But there would be heat with the boys backstage (to use pro wrestling terminology) for sure, and no matter how ethically one went about making a habit of being the maker who reviews makers, they'd get skewered for at least a bit. Hopefully only until people in and out of the industry realize they are doing it on the up-and-up and with good intentions. I'm not a cigar manufacturer and I write cigar reviews within that reality. I write book (story) reviews but the books (stories) I review are not new and therefore not written by anyone near-resembling a colleague or peer. In fact, the authors I look at are predominantly dead-enough that their works are often of the public domain variety.

I also have not yet shared my own stories alongside my thoughts on those. But I will shortly. Perhaps someone will review them once I do, and I can't help but wonder how that might feel.

Putting my money where my mouth is, the still nearest thing for me to do would be to review cigar reviewers. It's a thing I've actually given thought to for years but don't, honestly, ever see myself doing. Why? Well for one, because I don't see how it would be of any benefit or aid to anyone. Writing styles and the enjoyment thereof is far more subjective than what I'm positing insofar as what I'm prattling on about. With what I and my kind do, it's simply best to find a palate similar to yours and listen. Cigars can surprisingly offer objective views and what better to receive those from a person who knows the craft?

I made a small jump there at the end, and will again with this: 'It's all subjective.' That's some bullshit that gets broadcasted on the daily. The thing is it's not all subjective in the world of cigar reviews. Does it burn straight, draw well, and have a balanced profile? Is it predominantly sweet or sour? Those are much more objective discernments than many would for whatever reason prefer you believe.

I digress and so then again, a cigar maker, a novelist--reviewing cigars, novels--is not at all a far-fetched premise, particularly with a code of conduct and some personal ethics in place. Do we really need a public list of rules, then? Nah, it would simply become apparent that each reviewer seems to work from one, and Updike's is a good start. A good rule of thumb is that no one really likes rules of thumb. They're stifling and too often weaponized instead of adhered to.

Circling back, someone reviewing my reviews might not be a fan of my style of writing. That would again be far more subjective than what I've just posited via juxtaposition. Also, we reviewers all do like to wax poetically in our tasting notes and let he who is without sin cast the first pencil lead or wild berry grown from moist mineral-rich land on the south side of a mountain. Recently someone told me that they like my stream-of-consciousness style reviews (or something like that) and I took that as odd because I don't feel it to be an apt description. (This that you're reading now is far more that.)

So maybe everyone is a coward but Updike and his like, he of the balls brassy-enough to level Toni Morrison's 'A Mercy,' or maybe one day I'll let you know what I think of that one fella's take on a Padron, or maybe our controversial rebel reviewer will come along and then more will join (and I do think that would be for the best). Likely, it's simply not for a guy like me to decide. Maybe this is just about opening dialog or someone's inner monologue, and I'm fine with that--the latter being preferable.

I will end with this, however, I did find myself declawing some of my own thoughts along the way of cobbling together this article. Perhaps there's your answer. We all have voices now. What is it that Robert Heinlein said about an armed society? I politely thank you for reading.

::: very :::

Friday, December 16, 2022

A JC Newman Cigars Diamond Crown Maximus No. 5 Answers a Proust Questionnaire (A Cigar Review)

A JC Newman Cigars Diamond Crown Maximus No. 5 Answers a Proust Questionnaire (A Cigar Review)

WRAPPER: Ecuadorian Sungrown
BINDER: Dominican
FILLER: Dominican

FORMAT: Robusto (No. 5)
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Medium/Medium-full

Your favourite virtue? Presentability. (I adore how you spell favourite correctly!)

Your favourite qualities in man? A decently tailored suit.

Your favourite qualities in woman? A lovely dress.

Your favourite occupation? Appearing in fashionable society.

Your chief characteristic? Being appropriate.

Your idea of happiness? Being quite characteristically myself.

Your idea of misery? Ordinariness.

Your favorite colour and flower? Gem colours and lilies.

If not yourself, who would you be? I cannot imagine!

Where would you like to live? Where I belong. In a special part of your most special humidor.

Your favourite poets? They're all perverted ruffians. I do appreciate Russian literature.

Your favourite painters and composers? The young man who painted the lovely accent wall in my sitting room and oh, I suppose Bach or someone.

Your favourite heroes in real life? Vigo Mortensen.

Your favourite heroines in real life? Maya Angelou.

Your favourite heroes in fiction? Does mythology count?

Your favourite heroines in fiction? Again, does mythology count?

Your favourite food and drink? French cuisine and french wine.

Your favorite names? Romulus, Remus.

Your pet aversion? I dislike dogs. They smell and make horrid noises.

What characters in history do you most dislike? The uncouth.

What is your present state of mind? I'm tiring of this.

For what fault have you most toleration? Status seeking.

Your favourite motto? "Risus abundat in ore stultorum."

TASTE: B+
DRAW: A-
BURN: B+
BUILD: A-

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

Thursday, December 15, 2022

GTO Cigars "Special Blend" Anesthesia Forte! Maduro in Review

BRAND: GTO
BLEND: Anesthesia Forte

WRAPPER: San Andres Maduro
BINDER: Proprietary
FILLER: Proprietary

FORMAT: Toro (654)
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Smoked S'mores | Leather & lanolin | Cuban coffee

Sits broad and tall on the palate, and isn't overly focused-delineated. Refrained not muted, nice bitter-sweet-smoky profile with decent weight and excellent-to-great nuances. Smoothly harmonious.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: B+
BURN: B+
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Wednesday, December 14, 2022

Kaplowitz Media. LIVE (on-demand) Interview w/ Alec of Casa Cuevas Cigars

Kaplowitz Media. LIVE (on-demand) Interview w/ Alec of Casa Cuevas Cigars

[originally aired 12/9/22]

Tune in at your leisure and watch us two have a good bit of fun while talking about Alec's own Sangre Nuevo blend, chatting about food, and discussing the proper spelling of the word 'palate.' Informative, entertaining, and educational.

TO WATCH ON-DEMAND
ON THE KM. INSTAGRAM

Make sure to follow me on IG in order to never miss another one of these sorts of things ever again. You might also want to read: Casa Cuevas Cigars Sangre Nueva in Review.

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The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast | Episode Fourteen

The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast | Episode Fourteen

(Originally aired 12/11/22)

In this installment, I talk about the GTO Cigars Anesthesia Forte! blends, ending a Kaplowitz Media. series before its end, ROH Final Battle, how pro wrestling informs my writing, a big KM new content announcement, O. Henry, Sherlock Holmes, other stuff, and MORE

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The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast is recorded and released to podcast players on a somewhat fortnightly basis. It generally deals with content within the scope of this blog and often in a meta manner of such. Which is to say news of what's up at and with KM (& Kap). Subscribe and rate & review wherever you manage to listen.

::: very :::

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

Joya de Nicaragua Numero Uno L'Ambassadeur in Review

BRAND: Joya de Nicragua
BLEND: Numero Uno

WRAPPER: Ecuadorian Connecticut
BINDER: Nicaraguan
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: 6 5/8x44
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Vanilla bean | Light spice | Creamsicle

I finally found something to pair with those bullshit too-hoppy IPAs everyone is on about. Sweet cream catches up to brightness. Evolves and wows genteelly.

The Creamsicle is a vodka drink, look it up. Dessert spices with a nice kick. Truly excellent structure and complexity. Sprightly but not on-into jittery.

Two alcoholic references. Whoever's flying this plane ain't drunk though. Higher than the typical cruising altitude and flying so fast as to seem unmoving, hung.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: A
BURN: A
BUILD: A-

FINAL GRADE: A
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Thanks to Cigar Craig.

Monday, December 12, 2022

Another Message from Kaplowitz Media. Books About HOW TO ENJOY A CIGAR (Excerpt Included)

Another Message from Kaplowitz Media. Books About HOW TO ENJOY A CIGAR

BUY MY BOOK. That's right, there are still remaining copies of HOW TO ENJOY A CIGAR. Not only that, but I just might maybe have time to get it to where you need it in order to suit your yuletide purposes. To procure yours today, write me at kaplowitzmedia(at)yahoo(dot)com. Do not delay!

HOW TO ENJOY A CIGAR: A chapbook meant to be read in roughly the time it takes to enjoy a premium cigar. Perhaps your first cigar, or fifteenth, or a reset of sorts after years of smoking--in the further pursuit of your enjoyment. Bogged down with neither jargon nor lingo but designed to impart upon the reader what they need to know in order to get the most from their smoking experience.

Troubleshooting tips, storage ideas, how to taste, etiquette notions, and a couple-few memoir-style yarns--How to Enjoy a Cigar will make the perfect gift for the cigar guy (or gal) in your life. Or just get a copy for yourself; there's no shame in treating numero uno in an appropriate fashion. 'Tis the season!

I understand people appreciate reading excerpts. Here's one from HOW TO ENJOY A CIGAR by me, Kaplowitz Media.

"Now comes the cut. It could be awkward at first if I recall correctly. Bullshit yourself calm by again smelling the shaft of the cigar. Now the foot. Still smells like a cigar, right? Always has. Good news is you got that down pat. Why not smell again the filler tobacco at the foot? Get in there. Now you look like you know something. Fake it till ya make it! If you need to again be told to take the cellophane off first, put this small book calmly down and walk into the ocean. Still, we aren’t born knowing how to do this. Hold the cigar in your non-dominant hand and your cutter in your dominant hand.

"You should be looking at either a single or double-bladed apparatus. If not, use your dominant hand to throw the blasted thing out the window. Now regroup. Decorum! The key is to snip off as little from the cap as is possible–we just need to get a bit of airflow. Most cigars have a slight taper to them there, just snip above that. Remove the top-most leaf. It’s actually a separate bit of leaf, affixed there via vegetal pectin and all on its lonesome. Simply and slowly align. Let ‘er rip. No twisting, straight-ahead. Boop. There should still be a bit of a visible taper remaining, that’s called the shoulder. Did you boop yet? Do it. Nice. Bob’s yer uncle. Although these days, who knows?"

That email again is kaplowitzmedia(at)yahoo(dot)com

::: very :::

Friday, December 9, 2022

Dunbarton T&T Cigars Muestra de Saka The Bewitched in Review

BRAND: Dunbarton Tobacco & Trust
BLEND: Muestra de Saka The Bewitched

WRAPPER: Habano
BINDER: San Andres
FILLER: Nicaraguan, American

FORMAT: 6.63x48
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Caramel | Milk chocolate | Spices (light dessert)

The word exquisite almost immediately comes to mind. My favorite little treat is a big chocolate bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk. My congratulatory Cadbury offering is a Caramello. That's a thing I taste here. Cadbury is not a sponsor of Kaplowitz Media. Accompanying spices include allspice and cardamom. A buttery-smooth cedar structure is raised like a barn. I also experience a chicken coop earthen savoriness.

An apple pie cooling on a sill. Nice delineation and an even nicer interplay between primaries. Finely-ground white pepper leads the middling, followed by a cup of joe with cream and sugar. A bit of clove. Suede begins to engulf it all come the second-third. Nicely transitional, quite calmly complex, and deep although well-lit nuances are shown. A remembrance of roasted lemons hits at the near-half.

Smooth as baby powder poured down your pants in August (I'll tell you what). Delicate sweet/spicy poultry-savory aroma. Perfect draw tension and burn pacing. Razor-thin line with a half-tick occasional and self-correcting wave. Ash grows quite well with a slight flaky airiness. Rolled supremely-so and stays that way effortlessly. A light-hearted meditation in a sun-lit study; I smell-taste new textbooks.

TASTE: A
DRAW: A
BURN: A-
BUILD: A

FINAL GRADE: A
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Thursday, December 8, 2022

Thoughts on The Honour of Israel Gow from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

Thoughts on The Honour of Israel Gow from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

First published in The Saturday Evening Post (March 25, 1911) as The Strange Justice, and then in The Innocence of Father Brown collection (1911). This edition: The Complete Father Brown Mysteries (Carousel Books, 2021). SPOILERS AHEAD?

The piano hasn't been drinking, but upon it are piles of snuff. People seem to assume I like Tom Waits. I do, but only for a little bit and then he gets awfully precious. This story had me batting down notes from his dark cabaret tunes that kept rising up in my head as I read. Settings reminiscent of the "end of the world," figures within it which conjure up "the sinister steeple-hats of witches in fairy tales." That, maniacal lineages, and a be-shoveled mute draped in all black, topped with tophat.

Desecrated prayer cards and Father Brown says "Now devil worship is a perfectly genuine religion." This after making connections with the clues at hand which Flambeau and Scotland Yard's Craven swore held no connection. Although, when pressed mildly, the little priest admits his concocted connections were just to prove their possibility--but were not, in reality, the case at all. That was a cute bit. To draw lines between dots and form a purposefully incorrect image. Shots fired at the deductions of Holmes?

However, and in the end, the title tells the tale as does the near to its opening couplet of "As green sap to the simmer trees / Is red gold to the Ogilvies."

Simply and sans telling the whole tale (although also spoiling it completely) Israel Gow is [see what I said of the title.] This is a quite dark tale with goodly amounts of GK Chesterton's theology shining through, sharing a singular ray of light with Gow, an honourable fellow in a dark space, indeed. Now I'm thinking Snape and not Waits and I'll back slowly away from the truly terrifying topic of JK Rowling. Some of those Harry Potter movies were rather good (I have kids) but I never read the books.

I like how in discussing the setting, it bleeds into its inhabitants to the point of no delineation, like a cheap stogie flavor profile. I said I don't like Tom Waits all that much. Nor do I like Young Adult (Potter) fiction, necessarily... but I do have a fondness for cheap-o smokes which never do fail to put me in a somewhat vaudevillian mindset. A boxcar hopping vagabond. (When I was in grade school, I told my teacher I wanted to be a vagabond when I grew up.) This Father Brown installment would pair well with all that. A simple tale of a good man easily seen by those unafraid of the dark.

It's a good thing there are a lot of candles. Old man Johnny Cash is cool in these environs, too. Shane MacGowan (not Tom Waits as I originally thought) becomes that eventually. As does Nick Cave age into Leonard Cohen's trilby. This is not a good review of The Honour of Israel Gow. For that, I apologize. Although I only promised 'Thoughts,' and in my defense, the story is a moody little thing. And maybe I (accidentally) excellently related that.

Previously: Thoughts on The Invisible Man from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

Next: Thoughts on The Wrong Shape from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

::: very :::

Wednesday, December 7, 2022

La Sirena Cigars Original in Review

BRAND: La Sirena
BLEND: Original

WRAPPER: Nicaraguan Habano Oscuro
BINDER: Nicaraguan
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Churchill "Trident" (750)
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium/Medium-full

NOTES:
Chocolate | Spice | Leather

Immediately upon lighting, I realize I'm in for two things: a treat and frostbite. The former we'll delve into and relates solely to the cigar, the latter is because I smoke within the uncozy confines of only three (3) walls and winter has hit the PNW. Ah, but the treat--CHOCOLATE. Delivered via tandem bicycle messenger with a really excellent spiciness wrapped in savory oily leather. Simple and effective. Manure is tasty.

Spices are of the baking varietal and steered by cinnamon, with a delineated attachment of paprika and cumin. Pepper subtly hums in the background, black and cayenne. A molasses note flits in and out there. Back to the chocolate, it's dark and rich and also exhibits a core of center-cut brownie. An almost fault is a slight diesel threat in the 2/3 but it's ducked by a timely purge, never to return. The rest is rich earthen fluff on-down.

French roasted coffee from a French press pours in at the mid-point. Performance-wise, this thing burns at a great and even pace. Nice straight line. Excellent draw and tight-building darkish ash. Moderate-plus smoke out-put is of a toasted sweetness with savory-spice accompaniment... superb room-note. Proof here that blenders should do less, and do it better, rather than throw half-cooked spaghetti at walls by the handful.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: A
BURN: A-
BUILD: A-

FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

s/o & thx to Cigar Craig. Check him (and my other peeps) out toward the bottom right of your screen under Kaplowitz Media. Friends.

Tuesday, December 6, 2022

How to Be a Good Ambassador (The best way to present your hobby) | A Kaplowitz Media. Think Piece

How to Be a Good Ambassador (The best way to present your hobby) | A Kaplowitz Media. Think Piece

I don't recall any of the journalistic 'Five Ws' (who, what when, where, and why) of my infatuation or even my introduction to cigars and/or pipe tobacco. Perhaps it's simply that I've always been attracted to sunsetting interests; to traditional things three-quarters along their way into shuffling off to Buffalo. What I do recall is that I didn't have a mentor or look to crowdsource any advice.

But that was a pair-plus of decades ago. Now, it's seemingly expected that you do not embark on a possible-potential interest alone. This is the age of immediate experts and avalanching advice given by constantly newly-minted internet gurus. "Thinking of smoking my first cigar. What should I do?" I also don't recall ever 'thinking' of smoking my first cigar or pipe--I sort of just did it. Similarly, I picked up a cast iron skillet many moons ago, probably stuck something in it, and cooked whatever it was.

Pardon me as I scoot about a bit. I'm making a point or something. Sure, my dad got me started on Sherlock Holmes with a paperback edition of The Hound of the Baskervilles, but it was me (I alone) who went to the public library in search of more. We all gravitate to what we gravitate to. I never asked what next or now or how. Perhaps it's my autodidact nature which is a nicer way of saying I prefer to fuck around and find out. Carpe diem (or YOLO if you're a dullard).

Whatever the reason and whenever it happened, we keepers of niche knowledge are now somewhat expected, as said, to share our thoughts and tips. I wrote a book, How to Enjoy a Cigar, about pretty much just that. Be that as it may and believe it or not, I abhor the role of guide. It's only partially due to misanthropy and malaise. The book I wrote gives little information beyond 'here's how you do it,' and it tries ever so hard not to confuse 101 and 102 with Ph.D. coursework.

Because avalanching with particulars and sides of debates is not allowing the hobby its allure and therefore it's ultimately you failing at playing ambassador. Hey, I overheard you saying you tuned into WWE for the first time in years. You need to check out these two obscure Japanese strong-style wrestlers who both look like potatoes in sweatpants and T-shirts smacking each other in the chest for ten minutes! Love ya, Corny.

I've seen excited first-time buyers of cast iron skillets be bombarded with bullshit. Why, again, they look for it is unknown. "How'd I do?" And they show off their spankin' new chicken-fryer. You managed the transaction well, or you somehow figured out a way to smuggle a large slab of pig steel by store security. That's how you did and hey, congrats. It's in your home. Maybe throw a burger in it? But then here come the others to tell you about why it is or isn't the right size or brand.

Great pickup! Even though it's pre-seasoned and good to go, you should strip it with lye or dunk it in something called an electrolysis tank and then season it no less than three or six times. That's when other failing ambassadors chime in with proper oils, oven temps, and time lengths. You need a chainmail scrubber!!! "Welcome to our hobby! It's hard and we're weird!" Good pick up on that copy of Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, but you should really start with A Study in Scarlet...

You've read three short stories and you don't own The Annotated Sherlock Holmes by William S. Baring-Gould yet? You need both ponderous volumes to fully appreciate these stories which might or might not have been written for young boys. How could you go any further without being lost? You want to smoke a cigar? Oh, you might want to smoke a cigar. Well, you first need a tupperdor, a limited edition stick you'll never find anywhere, and say--what do you know about relative humidity?

Welcome to our hobby! Pipes are awesome. That Dr. Grabow or Missouri Meerschaum is good for a little while but have you seen the artisan stuff this one guy on the other side of the world is cranking out? Amazing. Sure a couple of grand is a lot to pay but... And you'll need one for your English blends, one for VaPers, and of course another for aromatics. Hey, where did he run off to? You're scaring people off, see.

Yes, we are all terribly excited about what excites us but even tears of joy can extinguish a candle. I'm thinking of smoking a cigar. Of snagging a pipe and some Captain Whoever. Of buying a cast iron frypan, of getting into Sherlock Holmes. These are flickering wicks on a windowsill. An ambassador should do no more than to make sure the window behind is shut. Anything else coming out of your mouth is also accompanied by dangerous winds.

What should suffice are the immortal words Rocky Balboa had for Clubber Lang, "Go for it." If pressed, and again as a guy who's (quite carefully and hopefully responsibly) written a book offering advice--do that ever-so sparingly. Things like don't inhale, do read left to right (typically), don't let your pan stay wet, and it's OK to think Hulk Hogan was awesome... but err way toward saying nothing in order to avoid the slippery slope of over-informing rolling into crap information and passing off preferences as truths.

To be honest, most of my tutorials are at least in some part de-programming efforts.

In employing this hands-off approach, the hope is that the somewhat maybe interested party finds out things on his (or her) own. Again, it's not laziness or disinterest, it's simply the best way to make excellent new hobbyists and not over-knowledgeable know-nothings. Then to welcome (self) made men (and women) into our embarrassingly geeky little folds. From there we all grow together. Although I'll probably just stay back to smoke, read, and fry up some slidey eggs.

::: very :::

Monday, December 5, 2022

Enebes Tabac Cigars Leaf Cameroon in Review

BRAND: Enebes Tabac
BLEND: Leaf Cameroon

WRAPPER: Cameroon
BINDER: Ecuadorian Habano
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Corona (5.5x42)
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Spice | Candied almonds | Earthiness

This is a nice-sized offering for the winter weather I'm now suffering miserably through. Spicy, too--mimics a bit of warmth--actually does burn a tick warmer than moderately-so. Spices are a kicky but kind non-delineated orange-red array. Candied almonds and a tick of marzipan attachment. Heavy, dense, and wide compost core with a burgeoning semi-sweet chocolate influence.

Crisp on the palate with a nice rigid structure via some chicory-laced coffee beans. There's some black peppercorn there, as well, which shows itself more at the half. Some good nuances but not a lot of complex inter-play in a mainly consistent but not lulling profile. Mid-way transition also includes a buckwheat honey introduction. Nice evolutions. Finishes darkly-sweet/spicy on decent clean legs.

Draws well, and burns at a nice rate. A tick-bit of a ribboned line, but no retouches are mandated. Really excellent smoke out-put smells up the room like the finish tastes. Ash clings in a lovely silver sheath. Seams and cap hold admirably well. No softening or soft/hard spots. Fairly a cruise-control, set-it-and-forget-it quickie of a thing. Doesn't wow but doesn't disappoint. Could be perfect in certain cases.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: A-
BURN: B+
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Saturday, December 3, 2022

Macanudo Cigars Heritage Nuevo in Review

BRAND: Macanudo
BLEND: Heritage Nuevo

WRAPPER: Ecuadorian Connecticut
BINDER: Mexican
FILLER: Dominican, Mexican, Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Robusto
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Mild-medium

NOTES:
Lemongrass | Sweet cream | White peppercorn

To paraphrase Dennis Green, 'This is what I thought it was.*' It delivers sweet greenery and almost enough creaminess to ease citrus/white pepper edges.

*"They are who we thought they were." I don't want to crown this cigar anymore than he wanted to crown the Chicago Bears' you-know-whats. But it is a nice enough smoke.

TASTE: B
DRAW: A-
BURN:B+
BUILD: A-

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

s/o and thx to Cigar Craig. Check him out via a link at the bottom-right of your screen. Also, check out a couple of my other Kaplowitz Media. Friends while you're there.

Friday, December 2, 2022

Moon-Face by Jack London in Review

TITLE: Moon-Face
AUTHOR: Jack London
PUBLISHED: July 21, 1902
PUBLISHER: The Argonaut (Newspaper)
COLLECTION: Moon-Face and Other Stories (1906, The Regent Press)

[spoilers ahead]

I mean, I can see how a fellow like John Claverhouse could rub a person the wrong way. That fat Moon-Face, that cringe-inspiring laugh, that generally upbeat nature. I get it, I really do. I'd go a long way to avoid him myself; although that really doesn't distinguish him all that much. I also get that many readers will (rightly-so) view this story as a simple study in antipathy. Sure, it's that but also it's an opportunity to see things from the other side.

The descent into madness but here, not posited as the fear of experiencing it insofar as in a this can happen to you, you can snap fashion, but instead as in the crapshoot crossing of one's path at that (their) lunatic trajectory. The horror of being an innocent wrong place, wrong time bystander. (Talk about victim blaming.) I would say that there is a reason only one of these two characters is named but then shouldn't London have vice-verse'd that treatment? I believe he should have. If there is any titillating here angle here, it is that.

Also but then lesser-so is an offered view over the shoulder of he who perpetrates a dynamite (pardon the pun) little murder mystery, instead of the more usual POV of an official or unofficial meddling investigator justice-seeker attempting to crack a case. A how the sausage is made look-see at a nut-case doing away with a person. That's neat, but also the method, as I'll soon note further, is a bit less than stellar and maybe even silly-billy.

As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind reading about a detective looking further into this feebly-foreshadowed Looney Tunes-Esque homicide. How would he (or she) find this unnamed fellow to be the guilty party? I mean, he did give him the dog but barring a receipt there seems not much left of the smithereens-ending trail. We'll come back to that. Furthermore, there was no wrong done to openly beg vengeance as our murderer admits to "no wrong or an ill turn" being suffered at the hands of Claverhouse.

Crazy, huh? Quite, but then he turns it on the reader with "We all experience such things at some period in our lives." And misses there because, no, I would like to feel that is not the case and we already get the fella is unhinged. The miss, to be clear, is seemingly the shot taken at trying to make this figure some sort of sympathetic for the purpose of juxtaposition. Again, a miss. Also, he seems to immediately backtrack upon his own sentient some, "I do not like that man," is a far cry indeed from mercilessly plaguing then killing him.

I'd be remiss in not mentioning Jack London as no stranger to plagiarism accusations, including one of which has directly to do with this tale. I'll allow you to research that on your own but an old joke comes to mind: If I were two-faced, why would I choose this one? You see, this short story reads quite flatly. I suppose one could say it's meant to because our main character sees nothing at all jarring about his own terrible murderous thoughts, but still. Flat.

Although 'jarring' is a word able to be pulled directly from the text, which he uses to define and describe his seething hatred of Claverhouse--and even then there is an underlining droning. There is a lumbering sense to what should be passionate even insanely-so words, inspired by false thoughts or not. It feels a tick like Ravel's Bolero played at half speed while a mime goes full-on dramatics. An unbalanced tale, then. There is just something off about it all.

Although perhaps I'm too not over the unforgivable transgression of killing a dog. Actually, two. (Just one instance of which really stopped me from enjoying the cinematic brilliance of John Wick.) "But I bided my time and one day when opportunity was ripe, lured the animal away and settled for him with strychnine and beefsteak." Deplorable. Unforgivable. And perhaps a way into pinning the murder (or any of his other assaults).

I'm stuck thinking of telling this tale from the perspective of a gumshoe. What makes some stories ripe for what might be considered pastiche? Not sure, but this mainly mediocre tale has it in spades. Maybe it's the injustice of it all. Perhaps mediocre things inherently ask for such improvements. Still, I remain a fan of Sherlock Holmes (if not so much a fan of his fans.)

Mediocre because the settings are so, as are the characters who play inside of them. It all feels so superficial and silly in an underlining and nagging sort of way. It's less slowed Bolero then and more-so any Billy Collins poem. Pick one. Why am I lashing out? "And where man and dog had been the instant before there was naught to be seen but a big hole in the ground." Perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps London frames this whole egregiously senseless murder as an erasure so that even when alive, the characters aren't fully.

I don't buy that though.

PLOT: B+
CHARACTERS: B
SETTINGS: B
DIALOG: B+

FINAL GRADE: B
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Thursday, December 1, 2022

Dunbarton T&T Cigars Mi Querida Black "SakaKhan" in Review

BRAND: Dunbarton Tobacco & Trust
BLEND: Mi Querida Black "SakaKhan"

WRAPPER: Connecticut Broadleaf
BINDER: San Andres Negro
FILLER: Nicaraguan, Honduran, Dominican

FORMAT: 7.25x54
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Skinny Mocha | Fennel | Potting soil

Skim milk and thin oils. Not particularly what I was expecting, but particularly what I get. Spices are more herbal seasoning than peppery, although a finely-ground peppercorn element plays somewhat off-screen. Fennel leads and in its wake flits lilts of licorice and anise. (Anetole.) Quite earthen, clean, and darkly-so, as in a rich in fertilizer potting soil. Slight nagging then ghosting sour nigh quietly acrid bit.

The middlings slide around on the slickery palate. Back walnut flesh, Skinnny mocha there, too--its ingredients less delineated. A nice savory bit with a kindly-smoky charcoal attachment. Finishes long and smooth with a potpourri hint. Uncluttered flirting with vacant. Excellent balance. Somewhat lacking in the sure-footedness needed for depth, but nuanced well. Calmly complex. Medicinal orange suggestion?

Smooth as silk draw. Much of this experience feels like jumping into satin sheets while wearing silk pajamas. (I hope your bed isn't by a window.) Grows great ash off a razor-thin line which wobbles just a tick. Big smoke out-put yields fleeting olfactory triggering; a savory-sweet spiciness. An excellent roll sans soft/hard spots with tight seams and cap throughout. A superb blend but acidic in a thin pestering manner.

TASTE: B+
DRAW: A-
BURN: B+
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Thoughts on The Invisible Man from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

Thoughts on The Invisible Man from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

First published in The Saturday Evening Post (Jan. 28, 1911) and then in The Innocence of Father Brown collection (1911). This edition: The Complete Father Brown Mysteries (Carousel Books, 2021). SPOILERS AHEAD?

"... putting her elegant elbows on the table..."

This one is all about equal parts perspective and perception. This one too is the quite fablest fancifulest entry into the Father Brown collection as of then yet. As to the opening quote, an elegant lady simply does not sit with her elbows plopped upon a table. But then again, nor does a 'Christian air' generally follow one from an inn stocked with weirdos and hinted-at degenerates--although the first Christian well may beg to differ. You see, my own perspective is that of a Hebrew-American.

Nevertheless, two suitor men are scorned by the woman with the elbows and are sent upon their way to make and prove their literal worldly worth. That's the tale she tells John Turnaball Angus, he of the probably skewed perspective and who also wants her for his. Insofar as perception, this one features faceless robots, a bodiless mail carrier (unless when looked at with the correct perspective), and something like a dwarf. Not to mention a man with a horrid squint--but then I mention that fellow twice.

Father Brown naturally stays quite his humble self and securely-rooted in reality. Whereas the also-returning Flambeau comes unhinged via superstition (or something more stupid). I feel that within these tetherless confines, the tethered Brown becomes all the more admirable and, truly, loveable. I also feel that Flambeau was a far better Collasus of Crime than a private investigator. He seems to acknowledge that tho, as he turns easily and often to his little priest friend for professional advice.

His goodness puts me in mind of a quote from the martial artist Yukiyoshi Takamura -- "A pacifist is not really a pacifist if he is unable to make a choice between violence and non-violence. A true pacifist is able to kill or maim in the blink of an eye, but at the moment of impending destruction of the enemy, he chooses non-violence. He chooses peace." I'll allow you to draw the correlation on your own, between this and our Paul Bunyan/Tarzan reformed criminal Frenchman's good guy short-comings.

I feel I air the coming grievance a lot. Yes, it's my perennial Shawshank Redemption gripe. The idea that no one looks at shoes becomes here, "Nobody ever notices postmen somehow." In all fairness, though, perhaps their then plain brown sacks and lacks of now white particular-looking trucks with flashy lights all play roles. Of secondary theme is roles. The roles of the lesser class and how they might be better-replaced by robots who neither imbibe nor flirt. What tedious non-living lives they must lead.

There is a lot packed into this one flighty escapade and its star, 'A mentally invisible man.' (Who is described, curiously.) And it offers some good food for thought. I had a certain someone read this, thinking there was so much, indeed, as to warrant a decent conversation. They replied that it was just a nice little story. I read it again and now believe we are both right. Deceptively deep does not mean per se deep, but the freely-flowing poetic quality of Chesterton's whimsical writing does total more than 'nice.'

I suppose as to evaluations I deem my own to be only slightly more right, then. I really want you to read this one--in the same way that I want you to smoke a cigar that impresses me in a certain sometimes almost invisible way.

Previously: Thoughts on The Flying Stars from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton
Next: Thoughts on The Honour of Israel Gow from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

::: very :::

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

Danli Honduras Catrina de mi Vida Maduro, a Cigar Review

Danli Honduras Tobacco Catrina de mi Vida Maduro, a Cigar Review

WRAPPER: ???
BINDER: ???
FILLER: ???

FORMAT: Toro (652)
ORIGIN: Honduras
INTENSITY: Medium/Medium-full

NOTES:
Coffee | Almonds | Grains

Besides a slightly waxy dark chocolate addition come the second-third, this one is lullingly consistent. There is a slight evolution in the nutty note which sees it move to almond from walnut and pick up a bit of that bite. Coffee is ground Italian roasted beans. Grains have a tick of molasses attached, they're darkly toasted and heavy. Somewhat dry of a profile.

Not much if any structure and delineation is instead a bleeding over of borders. Lays fairly flat and quite broad across the palate. The underbelly, which rides high to further muddle, has a hint of leather savoriness to it and lesser-so, black pepper. Maybe it's black licorice. I don't recall those two ever running so near one-another. I suppose both are aboard. Murky.

The draw is a little bit of an issue. It always errs toward snug at a near-constant moving-around tension. Cap suffers some from pulling. Burns on a jagged but self-correcting thinnish line. Ash doesn't want to grow a whole dark fugly lot. Sends off a good amount of smoke and leaves a room-note of its primaries. Curiously scant aroma, though. Roasty-toasty simplicity.

Oh. Dark tropical flowers on the final-third retro-hale. That's neat. Although a tick chemically-so.

TASTE: B
DRAW: B
BURN: B
BUILD: B

FINAL GRADE: B
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Special thanks: Cigar Craig.

Monday, November 28, 2022

Enebes Tabac Cigars Leaf Connecticut in Review

Enebes Tabac Cigars Leaf Connecticut in Review

WRAPPER: Ecuadorian Connecticut
BINDER: Ecuadorian
FILLER: Nicaraguan, Dominican

FORMAT: "Rothschild" (550)
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
White peppercorn | Lemongrass | Table sugar

Fresh lemongrass--a bit minty. Distant cocoa butter. Hyper-focused, stronger than its frame (grows into it). Charles Atlas, 90-pound weaklings, kicked-sand, and metamorphosis. Comic-book page aroma?

TASTE: B+
DRAW: B+
BURN: B
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

::: very :::

Saturday, November 26, 2022

My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie (Chapter III) Presented by The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast BONUS Cigar Thoughts on Muestra de Saka The Bewitched

My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie (Chapter III The Arcadia Mixture) Presented by The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast BONUS Cigar Thoughts on Dunbarton Tobacco and Trust Muestra de Saka The Bewitched

(Originally aired 11/25/22)

In this Kaplowitz Media. Podcast series, I will be reading chapter by chapter, one per installment, through My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie of Peter Pan fame. According to Wikipedia, My Lady Nicotine was published in 1890, and republished in 1926 with the subtitle A Study in Smoke. This work is in the public domain and I am reading it courtesy of Project Gutenberg.

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Friday, November 25, 2022

Kaplowitz Media. Cigars of the Month for November 2022

Kaplowitz Media.
Cigars of the Month
for November 2022

(listed in alphabetical order)
(names are links to full reviews).

Big Sky Cryptid
Casa Cuevas Sangre Nueva
GTO 33 Oaks Atlanta Reserva

I do sincerely hope you Gentlepersons all had a swell time over your turkey dinners. Seeing as this is posting on Black Friday, I'd be entrepreneurially remiss if I didn't mention... BUY MY BOOK. That's right, there are still remaining copies of How to Enjoy a Cigar looking for their bookever homes! Hit me up at kaplowitzmedia@yahoo.com and welcome yours into your family today. Re-shelving fees are about the cost of a decent smoke.

How to Enjoy a Cigar: A chapbook meant to be read in roughly the time it takes to enjoy a premium cigar. Perhaps your first cigar, or fifteenth, or a reset of sorts after years of smoking--in the further pursuit of your enjoyment. Bogged down with neither jargon nor lingo but instead designed to impart upon the reader what they need to know in order to get the most from their smoking experience.

Troubleshooting tips, storage ideas, how to taste, etiquette notions, and a couple-few memoir-style yarns--How to Enjoy a Cigar will make the perfect gift for the cigar guy (or gal) in your life. Or just get a copy for yourself; there's no shame in treating numero uno in an appropriate fashion. 

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Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Big Sky Cigar Co. Cryptid in Review

Big Sky Cigar Co. Cryptid in Review

WRAPPER: San Andres
BINDER: Nicaraguan
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Gordo (560)
ORIGIN: Esteli, Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Spiced earthiness | Smoked Nutella | Toasted pecan

Smoky and toasty. Warm, round notes. Big 'uns, with a slight-brittle cracked black pepper jaggedness to their edges. Mainly rich, and dense. Nice delineation and superb balance. What's the difference between balance and harmony? Not sure, but there's slightly less of the latter here. Concentrated jabs of somewhat bitey espresso, enforced by heavily toasted grains.

It's all about the earthen core and its cumin-forward red spaces. Leather envelopes that, thinly but securely, adding a nice crisp savoriness. Charcoal-smoked Nutella is prominent and quite nice. The structure is all about a distinct nuttiness that features toasted pecan... more shells than nuts. Blackstrap molasses and some alfalfa grass add nifty dimensions. Molasses sweetens to buckwheat honey at the half.

Puts out a lot of smoke. A lot. Big bouquet, too--sweet-savory in aroma and in settling room-note. Dark but not broodingly-so. Lip-smacking and nostril-tingling. Never cloying nor barnacle-like. I keep seeing Bluto from Popeye. Old black & white cartoon toughs. The draw is perfect. Ash builds as long as you'd like. Line wobbles a bit and self-corrects at a fast pace. Construction holds. This thing is campy, raunchy, and cool.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: A
BURN: B+
BUILD: A-

FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

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Tuesday, November 22, 2022

The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry in Review

The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry in Review

This story was first published in The New York Sunday World (1905). There it appeared as "Gifts of the Magi." It was then included in the collection The Four Million (1906). This work is in the Public Domain and can be read for free online. I recommend you do that. SPOILERS AHEAD.

I first encountered this parable involving deaf ears in an episode of The Honeymooners most likely during a late 1980s NY Mets rain delay and perhaps that's why I can't wrap my head around 1905 in a manner less resembling 1950. In fact, since its inception, the yarn has been spun and spun again from Sesame Street to Mystery Science Theater 3000. It is universal. This is due to its delicate simplicity; its sympathetic attainability. You all know the story, although you heard it t/here first even if you hadn't realized it.

I also feel that the soundtrack to what I'll soon relate via brief summary would best be served by Alanis Morissette performing Ironic. I had quite a crush on her. Perhaps better still would be to borrow from John Mellencamp with "A little ditty about Jim & Della." Regardless, it's Christmas Eve and these 'two American kids' are turn-of-the-century flat-busted broke. A thing to remember though is that communication is important in a relationship, and it's free.

Regardless, Della sells her lengthy luscious locks to buy a chain for Jim's heirloom pocket-watch. Unbeknownst to her, and vice-versa, Jim sells the pocket-watch in order to afford a fancy comb with which to gift his young bride. Could this actually be the first sitcom in history? Dunno, maybe. The stakes, superficially, might seem low enough to laugh with--although Wikipedia suggests that Della's starting at $1.87 is the current-enough equivalent of 62 bucks.

Well, they still ain't porterhouse stakes, punintentionally speaking. And she does get the modern equivalent of 600 smackers for her hair. I mean, that's a helluva nice consolation dinner for two and a good bit left-over to boot. And why not sell the chain? It all seems sort of reversible, including the well-known fact that hair grows back, and maybe even Jim gets a raise and in a few years buys a better watch, but if you think this, you're completely missing the point and blind to certain dangers.

Welcome to tragedy. Or at least life on the constant precipice thereof. Welcome to O. Henry's genius (beyond the plot-twist/surprise ending) of offering up snippets of life so real that they might as well be your own story. Or one you've always known. There are no small mistakes, and even if this won't spell doom for the young couple--it just might point to the road paved and leading to it. And only a 'shabby little couch' to rest your feet on. Remember also, Jim's shrinking wages. The two are headed the wrong way, see.

Let's look at their assets prior to this. "One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair." In other words, the pair was not responsible for bringing either to the table. One was an act of inheritance, the other an act of God. And they were, ultimately, squandered. Not a good situation to say the least.

In fact, until the bitter end, Jim doesn't want to share reality with his Mrs. He wants to hide it, once all the cards are on the table. "Let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while." He's hiding their shame here and covering it with false reality--amplified and oddly made of great importance--he tells her to put the chops on. It's dinner-time. I don't see learning happening, and man cannot live on pork alone. That's why the Magi came bearing gifts of beauty; with no mention of going broke to pay for them.

That's all covered in the end by O Henry, in this "chronicle of two foolish children who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house." However, he sees the charm in it all. The love? And perhaps upon further and final review, allow me to suggest Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough. Glen Burtnik and Patty Smyth wrote that one. Travis Tritt did a cover of it, and talk about plot-twists... I recommend giving it a listen.

I can't help seeing these two kids, old and broken, years later in the same tenement. Cook them yourself, you bastard. In my mind's eye, it can only play out that way and oh so bitterly-so. But it isn't just their story. It's hundreds, thousands, Four Million more... and it's enough to break your heart. Because you might be them, or you definitely know them through their relatable common dialog and old worn jackets and hats and not a silver spoon in sight for them to trade in on magic beans or otherwise. "Sniffles predominating."

This is not some sweet tale about 'it's the thought that counts.' Instead, it's a cautionary tale about living beyond one's means. In closing, please allow me to ham-fistedly hit the nail on the head. "Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall." (Proverbs 16:18, KJV). A watch fob to impress others. A comb to do quite the same. If we are to look at the Good Book in regards to this story; we'd do best to look there.

PLOT: A
CHARACTERS: A-
SETTINGS: B+
DIALOG: A

FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C70-79

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Monday, November 21, 2022

Danli Honduras Don Juan Calavera Maduro in Review

Danli Honduras Don Juan Calavera Maduro in Review

WRAPPER: Honduran
BINDER: Honduran
FILLER: Honduran, Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Toro (652)
ORIGIN: Honduras
INTENSITY: Med.-full/Full

NOTES:
Leather | Grain | Compost

What happened to that cinnamon cold draw? Once lit there's a trio of huddled if not muddled notes: scorchy leather, dark grain, and dried compost. Black peppercorn pushes those three off a cliff onto a zipline and wheeeee. On a fast line, they whiz through dark chocolate and Italian roast coffee beans. At the half, things slow a bit, and some red pepper and smoked paprika join in. Edgy. Boldness doesn't translate to much of a finish but there is a salted hibiscus hint there.

Coming out of the half, a bit of molasses joins in. There's a spiced rum vibe. Then, quickly again, it all shrinks back to that initial trio. Although, sans pepper, it all sits broad and flat. We must've made it across the gorge, so that's good. Whew. Harmony is lacking, as are delineation and structure. Ends a bit like the bottom of a charcoal grill after the burgers are (well)done. My throat hurts a bit and I might need to rest my fragile palate some after this. Milk toast sounds lovely.

The only knock on this thing's build is that it softens some via progression. That doesn't hamper a quite-nice draw, however. Seams and cap stay in their tight places. Ash is dry but not overly-flaky and stacks on to an inch at a time, then stubbornly rolls off in my tray. The voluminous smoke out-put doesn't offer much aroma or room-note and is a tick ashy-alkaline. The band is cool if you like busy business and needs to be mangled to be removed. The final third harshly drags on. How do I get back across?

TASTE: B
DRAW: A-
BURN: B
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

Special thanks: Cigar Craig.

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Saturday, November 19, 2022

Kaplowitz Media. Moving Forward and for the Foreseeable

Kaplowitz Media. Moving Forward and for the Foreseeable | What to Expect in Content and Programming

This will also serve as an introduction to any new readers (and listeners) I might have picked up recently.

Firstly, cigar content (reviews and occasional views) will continue. Perhaps at a greater clip, but assuredly at no less of a one. I'd also like to pay more attention to pipe tobacco, so I most likely will. The winter-time is a fine time for piping. As far as my writings regarding Sherlock Holmes, those will expand into my thoughts on other literary bits--even beyond my most recent Father Brown and AJ Liebling (The Sweet Science) series additions. (More info on those can be found in the Kaplowitz Media. Series Index.)

The plan is to write about and/or review classic short stories and essays which can conceivably be read in their entirety while enjoying a premium tobacco smoke. Speaking of short stories, there is an outside chance I might share one or two of my own creations. Absolutely no promises there, especially as I am currently planning to assemble a chapbook containing a pair. Staying with shorter works of fiction, I will continue to read some classics on The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast.

[Insofar as a couple of shared and on-going projects that will keep on keeping on: The 1st & 15th Podcast and Live from the Throne Room. You can find out more about these and the aforementioned KM. Podcast by checking out Kaplowitz Media. Audio/Video.]

Lastly, we come to scheduling. Feel free to continue to look for new posts here every Monday-Friday. That, barring (US) Federal Holidays. It's hard to expect the unexpected but occasional Saturday posts could be somewhat-something near to expected. A far greater rarity is a second daily post. There will continue to be no Sunday posts. Of course, all this (like everything else in the world) is open to change--however, I'd love to at the least hit summer 2023 continuing-on in this fashion.

Who knows what could happen then.

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Friday, November 18, 2022

Thoughts on The Flying Stars from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

Thoughts on The Flying Stars from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

First published in The Saturday Evening Post (May 20, 1911) and then in The Innocence of Father Brown collection (1911). This edition: The Complete Father Brown Mysteries (Carousel Books, 2021). SPOILERS AHEAD?

Flambeau strikes again; for the last and most beautiful time. A Christmas crime. "A crime of Charles Dickens." He notes repenting later that same evening, but we shall get to that in time. What happens first is a rich man shows up with diamonds in tow, a socialist (Mr. Crook) takes to his soapbox (red ties must have meant something quite different then), a pair of young lovers flirt, and an elaborate stage show is produced spur-of-the-moment--replete with a traveling famed French celebrity. Plausible? Well, it's no O. Henry story.

Here is a tale that again begs some comparison to Sherlock Holmes canon. Chesterton employs the tried and true Doyleian tact of setting the stage by telling you just how amazing the tale you're about to behold truly is. It is so 'odd.' So 'perfectly incomprehensible.' In all honesty, Chesterton here makes with the goods perhaps a bit better than does Doyle at times. Although Holmes toils under the severe disadvantage of having his dealings tethered to less surreal environs.

With that heightened sense of surrealism in both effort and execution, also comes a heightened bit of language which flits about easily-so in a sort of poetic prose. "The winter afternoon was reddening towards evening, and already a ruby light was rolled over the bloomless beds, filling them, as it were, with the ghosts of the dead roses." Exquisite, that bit. Superb dialog, too, enables a fleshing out of the characters as well as imparts Chesterton's own philosophical mores. What if I were to tell you that the whole elaborate stage production was an even-more elaborate rouse set forth into buzzing notion by the Colossus of Crime?

Oh, and this actually takes place on Boxing Day, the day when the servants get theirs. "Oh, you will never do anything better. And now, by the way, you might give me back those diamonds." Says Father Brown to Flambeau. I find that a bit confusing... did Fr. ever have them? Regardless, Florian the famed Frenchman parodying a cop was in reality a real policeman tipped off as to Flambeau's thievery. (He gets pummeled upon his entrance into the play (a thrill for the socialist) when his being there was to round up the con.) Fun stuff. Zany, even. Whirly, at the least.

Flambeau, masquerading as a bedazzled harlequin and before that a Canadian "(with a Paris ticket, I suppose)" relation-in-law, on the heels of a death in the middle-class family--gets the diamonds. "They're the three great African diamonds called 'The Flying Stars,' because they've been stolen so often." This casts a bit of doubt or at least meh upon the sheer brilliance of this job by F, if it were, indeed, done so many a time before. But I do understand the aesthetics involved in his grab. Artful. 

Then all culminates in a quite fantastical fairy tale of a scene wherein the glittering and unspeaking 'monkey' of a pick-pocket Flambeau tosses down from his perch in a tree, The Flying Stars for Father Brown to gather and return. That after the little plain priest explains how the myth of the gentleman thief is, in fact, a road leading to damnation. He has threatened to hurt a young Mr. Crook's reputation through this heist--and he will inevitably hurt more and in worse ways. A high-bottom is a good thing to possess. "Your downward steps have begun."

So off goes Flambeau sans loot, still dressed as a sparkly harlequin, and allowed to escape into the night amongst the tree-tops. He then, a flying star himself, one of much more and immeasurable worth than mere diamonds.

Previously: Thoughts on The Queer Feet from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton
Next: Thoughts on The Invisible Man from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

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Thursday, November 17, 2022

Casa Cuevas Cigars Sangre Nueva in Review

Casa Cuevas Cigars Sangre Nueva in Review

WRAPPER: Ecuadorian Cameroon
BINDER: Honduran Corojo
FILLER: Dominican, Nicaraguan, USA (PA)

FORMAT: Robusto (4.75x52)
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Marzipan | Mulling spice | Cocoa butter

This thing just keeps on keeping on. Notes get folded in and layered on but with all that happening, the oak cask structure holds fast the delineation. That woody-bit has an unerring accompaniment of supple cashew butter. Each puff begins and ends with a mulling spice, heavy on the orange peel. 'Tween start & finish is a bevy of notes riding on lanolin and malt; a separate allspice. I'm impressed.

Them middlings tho. Raw cane sugar, toffee, and nougat frolic in rock salt. Then there are honeysuckle floral bits and orange blossom honey. The mulling spices really show themselves via progression; cinnamon, anise, and cardamom. I almost want to say this thing is trying too hard but it's wrong to fault talent. Especially since there is harmony, balance, and an orchestrated movable consistency.

Performance-wise, The draw is a tick-toward snug but perfectly acceptable, sating. Burn-line is thin and although it slightly wobbles, self-corrects quickly. This, even though the pace is slowly even-keeled. It feels like there is a lot of baccy in this portly robusto. Excellent ash. Smoke out-put is big and kindly spicy-sweet with a leathery addition. Seams and cap stay true. An early front-runner for my cigar of the year.

TASTE: A+
DRAW: A-
BURN: A-
BUILD: A

FINAL GRADE: A
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

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Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Book Review: The Sweet Science by AJ Liebling | Part 7 (Ahab and Nemesis)

Book Review: The Sweet Science* by AJ Liebling | Part 7 (Ahab and Nemesis)

(*First published in 1956 by The Viking Press from collected The New Yorker writings. I am reading from a 2004 edition by North Point Press. SPOILERS AHEAD?)

"There is still a kick in style, and tradition carries a nasty wallop."

This final grouping of essays is not a group at all, but instead a single stand-alone entry entitled, as you've already read, Ahab and Nemesis. Here, an ideological line is drawn between Eganite and Brounian adherents. (Heywood Broun, a new addition, is introduced as "A writer not primarily remembered as a boxing writer.") On opposing sides of this line, each writer stands with his champion. Egan (Liebling) with Marciano, and Broun with Archie Moore.

Moore is presented as Ahab and Marciano as, well, "Would Ahab have been content merely to go the distance with the great White Whale?" Then, it's time for the September 21, 1955 showdown and all familiar-by-now parties come out one last time to take a bow with nary a curtsey in the house. The bout result reads, in essence, "What would Moby Dick be if Ahab had succeeded? Just another fish story."

Marciano started hard, Moore started tactfully, and the 'basically anti-intellectual crowd' stood securely backing the former. You'll see this today, and most likely you'd have seen it during the time of Pierce Egan as well. Boring is an ongoing pejorative hurled at, say, Devin Haney right now as he jabs, clinches... wins. For the life of me, I believe that the predominant amount of self-identifying fight fans are just that--not boxing fans. They are not fans of the Sweet Science of shoulder rolls, shifts, and the lovely sometimes dirty little things.

Of note, Moore found some success in the fifth stanza of their bout by doing what sounds much like the Rope-a-dope routine Ali would make famous in a future-from-then heroic cycle. Nevertheless, Rocky took it by TKO in the ninth over the aged Archie in their decidedly not just another fish story. Marciano at 32 wasn't terribly young but the 39 years of Moore saw more miles in the rearview by a far stretch.

Back to this entry's particulars. It shows all the best of Liebling in a quite concise manner. Interestingly, while it is the perfect ending to this book, it also could have served as the perfect beginning. Equal parts culmination and impetus. Cyclical, see. As an introduction, this piece would have set the table in perhaps a better way than it was--although allowing the collection to unfurl as it did is a just as nice and more 'organic' way of meeting its author.

In fact, it does quite literally end at the beginning--at least of boxing at Yankee Stadium circa 1923, a card which Liebling attended, and post-Moby-Dick reminisces on over an onion roll enveloping a stupendously Wasp-sounding smoked salmon instead of lox schmear. (Speaking of nuances, I did so appreciate the image of a 'shredded-latakia mustache.') Nevertheless, he proves to himself that the world isn't going backwards via comparing Dempsey to Marciano and maybe also proves himself charmingly unaware of his own cycle.

Or, more than likely, as an Eganian of 'historical' proportions, continues it all with a wink, nod, and out-stretched arm sadly and mainly left currently (& for a good time now) ungrabbed. I bet he knew this was a distinct possibility in terms of outcome--which would explain the circular closed-off-ness of this superb book. Let someone fight their way in, and if not, let the snake eats its own tail. Sure, the anti-intellectuals seem to have now won, but remember the shape of things and take heart.

A somewhat superfluous thought on Time which to chew on comes to my mind via a recent conversation I had with a priest. As a child, he worked out the shape of Time as a spiral. I like that. I like, particularly, how he spun his finger in a way that showed he was that child again as he explained it to me as a much older man. Plus, his church offers up fantastic food, the most recent offering being a biscuits and gravy extravaganza replete with bacon and eggs.

Finally, and of perhaps paramount note, let's rest a spell on the side L takes via Egan... that somewhat surprisingly of the rather vulgar Marciano. This is precisely why each is the preeminent boxing scribe of their respective generation. Namely, their ability to use heightened language to communicate the sport's inherent brutality. Sure, it could become an at-times clumsy endeavor but it's of utmost importance, as is this book, which is a beautiful rendering of pure and sometimes impotent barbarism.

You can just call Liebling Ishmael.

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Previously: Book Review: The Sweet Science by AJ Liebling | Part 6 (Other Fronts, pt. 2)

Next: FIN.

Tuesday, November 15, 2022

GTO Cigars 33 Oaks Corojo Atlanta Reserva in Review

GTO Cigars 33 Oaks Corojo Atlanta Reserva in Review

WRAPPER: Dominican Corojo
BINDER: Dominican Corojo
FILLER: Dominican
(all oak bourbon barrel aged)

FORMAT: Corona Gorda (647)
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Spiced butter | Boiled peanuts | Musk melon

Niter Kibbeh/Ethiopian butter: clarified butter spiced with cumin, coriander, turmeric. Boiled peanuts have a bean-like flavor and are quite the southern fare. This smokes like a trip far and wide and also a short familiar stroll. Smoothly sating with much depth, a kindly kick. Pale fruits in heavy syrup.

TASTE: A
DRAW: A-
BURN: B
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79

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Monday, November 14, 2022

My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie (Chapter II) Presented by The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast

My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie (Chapter II) Presented by The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast

(Originally aired 11/12/22)

In this Kaplowitz Media. Podcast series, I will be reading chapter by chapter, one per installment, through My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie of Peter Pan fame. According to Wikipedia, My Lady Nicotine was published in 1890, and republished in 1926 with the subtitle A Study in Smoke. This work is in the public domain and I am reading it courtesy of Project Gutenberg.

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Thursday, November 10, 2022

Thoughts on The Queer Feet from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

Thoughts on The Queer Feet from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

First published in The Saturday Evening Post (October 1, 1910) and then in The Story-Teller magazine (November 1910). Afterward, in The Innocence of Father Brown collection (1911). This edition: The Complete Father Brown Mysteries (Carousel Books, 2021) SPOILERS AHEAD?

"Because silver is sometimes more valuable than gold," said the priest mildly; "that is, in large quantities."

Finally, an explanation as to why "The Twelve True Fishermen" all wear green and not black. I've positively always wondered. I bet it's a British racing green colour like the paint on a Jag-u-ar. I'm not a car guy, but I've always wanted one of those. Beige interior. Oh but the explanation... it's so as not to be mistaken for a waiter. We'll get to that in a tick. Not just theft is in the cards here but also socio-economics, de facto caste systems, the way the upper class views the lower, vice-versa, and even--well, that's about it.

It's also about a heist. A silver heist. A silverware heist. I seem to recall an episode of The Golden Girls wherein Sophia steals some forks and spoons with the help of her odd wicker purse. This crime is far more serious than that. Far more. Also, less successful (I believe Sophia played for keeps) thanks to Father Brown. The criminal is none other than Flambeau, that tall, lithe, imposing son of a gun. "I am a priest, Monsieur Flambeau," said Brown, "and I am ready to hear your confession."

But why doesn't Flambeau seem to recognize Father Brown here? Did the previous events of The Blue Cross not happen yet? No, that doesn't jive. Is this a significant goof? Probably not. It's more than likely a further fleshing-out of exactly how unassuming and unremarkable our little priest friend truly is. He is utterly forgettable. Yet he most assuredly remembers.

Although this is the best option, I find myself buying it only a tick more than the fly in the ointment of The Shawshank Redemption... EVERYONE LOOKS AT EVERYONE'S SHOES. But here we must recall while these tales are 'real' as in not supernatural, they also can rightly be seen as partly fables, parables, and/or allegories. It's really quite a charming manner in which to spin a yarn. However, in Shawshank, it remains completely and utterly unforgivable.

The said yarn itself isn't a complicated one. Hercule Poirot... I mean Flambeau... somewhat takes the place of a dead waiter while blending with the lauded guests and starts his pilfering of silver as Father Brown sits listening on, putting pen to paper the dead man's final words. The master-of-disguise Colossus of Crime's footsteps gave away his rather simple rouse. He stepped like both a fat cat puffing a cigar, as well as a briskly attentive servant. It's almost comedic and, in fact, GK Chesterton is at least somewhat a humorist at least by nature if not as obvious by letter.

Elsewhere within, The Vernon Hotel offers a lesson in elite-luxury marketing in an 'oligarchical society' in that it turns away more guests than it accepts by limiting its own attainability, or to phrase it more perfectly and completely, "If there were a fashionable hotel in London which no man could enter who was under six foot, society would meekly make up parties of six-foot men to dine in it." It is of note that the silverware belongs to the club and not the hotel.

The 'appalling' hotel then. This 'palace of pleasures,' is somewhat of a not-so-innocent bystander, perhaps. It feeds and also eats from the system, one might say if one (I, of Jewish heritage) was not quite as clever as one believes themself to be. Mr. Lever, 'a Jew,' owns the establishment and is painted as "a kind man, and had also that bad imitation of kindness, the dislike of any difficulty or scene." Amazingly and quite tellingly, it is Father Brown who is vulgar in this setting.

"Odd, isn't it," he said, "that a thief and a vagabond should repent, when so many who are rich and secure remain hard and frivolous, and without fruit for God or man." Father Brown allowed Flambeau to depart sans loot and capture. Then he too bid his adieu, humbly and tight-lipped and in search of a penny omnibus. Thus ending a simple and yet quite brilliantly hopeful and slightly whimsical little tale. At once nothing special and also something incredibly special. Further spoiler alert, Father will befriend the criminal before saving him.

"The story which Father Brown was writing down was very likely a much better story than this one, only it will never be known." Says the particularly God-voiced (omniscient third-person) narrator. Now ain't that something? & it's the most believable line in this piece. Simply because this isn't just some frivolous story.

Previously: Thoughts on The Secret Garden from The Innocence of Father Brown by GK Chesterton

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