Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Kaplowitz Media. SPECIAL REPORT

Kaplowitz Media. SPECIAL REPORT

I at first had plans to disseminate this news via a pair of press releases but then quickly canned that idea. Instead, I figured I'd offer-up a rare second post of the day (this that you're reading) with which I'll bring all interested parties up to snuff about two (2) bits of Kaplowitz Media. news.

I.

Please note the recent publishing of a new page to KM. entitled "Boxiana." This page offers links to current and/or popular written posts of professional boxing interest. With my (KM.'s) official entry into boxing offerings, I/it am/is proud to now be a triple threat of 'ianas.' This, of course, alongside the already existent Tobacciana and Sherlockiana content.

For more information please visit the designated Boxiana page by clicking HERE.

II.

What's better than one (1) new Kaplowitz Media. page? Two (2), that's what! The second bit of news is the addition of additional information entitled "Kaplowitz Media. Books" That's right. Think of it like merch but you can read it for longer than you can a T-shirt. There, I share what to expect with all this and talk a bit about three (3) upcoming NO TIMEFRAME projects which fall under that particular umbrella.

For more information please visit the designated Kaplowitz Media. Books page by clicking HERE.

Kaplowitz Media. is owned and operated by Kaplowitz, who is its sole content creator. Kaplowitz Media. offers reviews, views, and occasional interviews via a mainly written form and at times in an audio/video format. Topics of focus are Tobacciana | Sherlockiana | Boxiana.

Kaplowitz lives in the PNW of the USA and considers himself an avid indoorsman. He prefers surrounding himself with potted ivy, books, and his miniature dachshund Ruby Vondella. He began Kaplowitz Media. in order to write about items that continue to trigger his passion.

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Some Musings on a Potential Tyson Fury vs. Oleksandr Usyk Boxing Match, Other Stuff, & for Some Reason Frank Bruno

Some Musings on a Potential Tyson Fury vs. Oleksandr Usyk Boxing Match, Other Stuff, & for Some Reason Frank Bruno

[Please note this was momentarily accidentally published early and incomplete. The below is both on-time and complete. Apologies.]

"A good big man always beats a good little man." I might as well begin here at what might well appear to be our conversation's conclusion. Spoiler alert: It's mostly not. That old pugilistic adage is indeed a good and often true one, but define 'good.' Please don't. We all know what it means within this context--but I'd like here to suss out who, between Usyk and Fury is the most good. Gooder, if you will. Please don't. Who, between the two and when squared-off against each other, will prove the better. Or if all things are equal, thus letting the adage stick.

Let's start by looking at the most recent of each combatant's performances. That seems simple enough. Fury (32-0-1, 23) last fairly trounced Dillian Whyte (at the time 28-2, 19) on 23 April 2022 via a 6th-round TKO in defense of his WBC and Ring titles. Of note is that this fight was pushed back in part due to Fury's team trying to line up a bout with Usyk for the undisputed title. So don't tell me Fury isn't excited about Usyk. What we can learn from the Wembley Stadium affair is, ultimately, Fury was bored. This particularly coming off the final two acts of the Wilder trilogy which really seemed to get his fluids flowing.

So bored was he, that he announced his retirement immediately, an announcement that I'd like to believe no one believed. But did he believe it? I don't really see how that matters. The man simply needs up for something and a big something. Think PT Barnum trying to hype the local Lion's Club BBQing chicken outside of an Albertson's. He would if paid well but then might afterward simply go fuck off. That's the mentality. The physicality is that Fury's dad-bod will by God's grace be ready for whatever right up until it is, on its own accord, not. As of now, we've seen no signs of not.

[Let me break in with this. I've heard it said that it doesn't add up that Fury says this potential bout isn't about money but that he demands 100M. One can be quite well off and still want more, so much so that it could be taken as a decent sign of intelligence and/or good mental health.]

I'm no psychologist so I probably should leave the mentality angle where I left it, but everything gloriously irregular about this man's brain has been made by his own hands to work to his benefit in and about the ring. You have to worry about that after this potential Usyk showdown, but maybe he'll piece it all together via exhibitions and a couple of WWE showings. Nevertheless, fit as a fiddle, as they at least used to say. He's possessing of a huge size advantage here and doesn't give much away in terms of movement if he does at all. Plus, his ring IQ is all-time impressive. Important to note is that we can't fault him for the level of his opposition.

Usyk (20-0, 13) is, on the other hand, coming off an at first blush much more scintillating victory. A reiteration of dominance over Anthony Joshua and in much the same form and way as the initial iteration. I've heard many agree that AJ put on a better show against him the second time around but I fail to see that. It looked much like one 24-round bout to me. The lumbering stiff Joshua was not able to let leather fly, so how could a KO (his only chance) ever happen? Usyk did come in heavier on 20 August 2022. I at first thought that was not to bully the challenger but to better absorb the challenger's bullying. Now, I wonder if it was a test to see how the extra weight felt with Fury in the future. It seemed to feel fine.

But it did not improve him and he needs now to face a far greater opponent.

Let's not forget Usyk cleared out the Cruiserweight division prior to all this. Let's also not forget that while technically marvelous, he never did show even at that lower weight, a helluva lotta pop. Nor did he at this heavier weight. You then have to wonder if he could even keep Fury honest. Thankfully and in the interest of an interesting fight, he has other means of doing-so... at least for a decent bit of time. He's the self-proclaimed 'white rabbit,' as we know. He'll find his angles and openings and will continue for as long as he can be perfect in getting it done. That will prove at the least supremely difficult against Fury. I suppose we now can state the obvious in that these guys are both good and really not one the goodest twixt.

Until I tell you Fury is better. If Usyk swept away AJ in the late to championship rounds, that would have had deep, deep meaning.

1883. The adage from up-top dates back to at least that year in its boxing usage. Seeing as the show-down won't reasonably occur until 2023, the old wisdom will almost assuredly celebrate its 140th birthday in relevant style when Fury stops Usyk early in the 9th-round. But I daresay that at the same size, Fury still wins. He has the intangibles beyond size--size is just the single glaring one. This win ought to set up Fury lovely for a new role as a pro wrestling heel. Imagine the heat! But is this all fair, the size advantage that leads in admitted part to Fury's easier success eight-point-five of 10 times these two face-off? At first, I'd say no. In 1883 there were no 265-pound pugilists. So then sign me up as an early adopter of the Bridgerweight division. Not quite, though.

Another adage, and one which aged less-well than the one we've been beating into the canvas is that the health of pro boxing rests on the health of the Heavyweight division. This thought has been shown currently incorrect by all the casual fans glomming to the likes of Canelo-GGG III and the looming Crawford-Spence. Let's go all the way back to the Four Kings, for that matter. I hate the word 'casual.' It's degrading of those who don't choose to live and die by fighters whose names sound cool and adept when muttered. Boxing has lived quite well and for quite a while in the absence of heavyweight melodrama atop; it's more now just the icing on a cake. Which is also technically atop, but you get the gist.

Cake. 265-pound humans typically enjoy cake. The reason I highlight the popularity of lighter-than-heavy divisions is that we all make decisions. Usyk decided to move from Cruiser to Heavy. Of course, there were bigger money fights but he'd not go broke fighting Bivol or Beterbiev at a reasonable catchweight or with them moving up as he has. And he'd definitely not be left panhandling after engaging with a fully steroidal Saul Alvarez. Simply, we need fewer weight divisions if anything, not more of them. Remember, each one of those things comes with a slew of titles we, even more, don't need. As grand a sweet science practitioner as Usyk is, he could always go down if ever up stopped working.

And miss me with the thought of a Super Heavyweight division. Deal me out. The term Heavyweight should be the limit, lest we dare defecate on the memory of too many kings and too many hills. You don't mess with mythology by creating a bigger set of gods within its own pantheon. 'Check out Thor Plus, he's an even better god.' Nope.

I'll deviate here because I feel I'd be remiss not to. I briefly mentioned Anthony Joshua, or as I like to call him, Frank Bruno II. I never insult a fighter. It's bad for one's health and also, I truly admire anyone who enters any ring. The thing is so much was so carefully built-up around AJ that made so many (promoters and governing bodies) so rich on the sweat of his brow, that it seems unfair. Business is business, though, and is also nothing new. Then, upon his second loss to Usyk, he dumped the belts and grabbed the damned mic and it was a live mic, to boot. None of the men who assembled and guarded his persona could stop him? Perhaps they at that point were done with that particular project.

All told, I don't think what he said was so egregious, however. Full of cringe and what wouldn't be at that time, but not terrible. It's never terrible to speak the truth and the truth is it was nice to hear him speak it. Or at least have the opportunity to while his team dozed off at the wheel of the gravy train. What would worry me is if what he said were out of character. I don't know him, so I can't know. Let's remember though that he had just completed prior to the 12-round fight, a camp full of sparring. I'm not saying he's punchy, as he seems to be quite with it, perhaps too much so, but this seems like a good time to bear in brain what these men bravely endure in terms of damage.

Maybe let's not have him fight on the posited Hearn schedule of what, four in the next year? Seems a bit much and perhaps a bit like a certain someone caring less about a certain someone else and more for performing the old cash-grab routine. Although call me naive I don't have Hearn pegged for that. Joshua is no loser and has not a whole lot to prove, especially since his limitations were already proven, and that is no shame whatsoever. He doesn't need to be rebuilt, not in the same manner as how he was built in the first place, especially. His name is a household name and he was the Heavyweight champion of the world and is still an extraordinarily wealthy man.

If that's a loser, then what the hell am I? Don't answer that. But let's do please stop all post-fight in-ring interviews. These are men who just went to physical and emotional war with themselves and their opponents. Some are quite young on top of it. Others are quite protected from reality thus appearing younger still. All have been hit about their head for longer than most of us, myself included, could slowly and with a frozen shoulder comfortably jog. Don't ask them how they feel and what they think and for God's sake, don't harshly critique their rebuttal utterances afterward. It's contemptible and unworthy of what they've shown us simply by their showing up.

So you know, and in conclusion, I truly do remain a massive Frank Bruno fan. I twice rooted hard for him against Mke Tyson. The man occupied an odd maybe off-kilter amount of my younger years. Still does. No idea why, but I like it well enough.

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Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Sancho Panza Cigars (2022) The Original in Review

Sancho Panza Cigars (2022) The Original in Review

WRAPPER: Honduran Connecticut
BINDER: Mexican San Andres
FILLER: Brazillian, Dominican, Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Robusto 5.5x50
ORIGIN: Honduran (STG)
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Tilled earth | Apricot | White pepper

A quite earthen-forward blend. A tilled dirt field, yet to be fertilized. Lots of quite fluffy that. A zetz of a white pepper near-aggressively pops almost entirely out of the earth the first tick bit. Then falls back into the profile mix but still keeps it peppery/citrusy honest. That mentioned mix is made up of cocoa butter and buttery suede primarily-so. Via progression a neat fruit cocktail syrup emerges, but also thankfully lesser-so a cardboard tilt. Predominantly an enjoyably pleasant smoke with a bit of testicular fortitude.

Along the body-over-flavor way are additional look-sees at an apple tree, artisan white bread, and an interesting Honey Nut Cheerios cereal grain that in time becomes a separate pale grain and orange blossom honey experience. Lots of citrus apart from that playing with the white pepper happens in the second half, kindly abating the cardboard via sugary lemon. Many low-key occurrences but once again, mainly earthen and not so complex per se as nuanced. A bit daring in manner. Unafraid to walk a fine-line.

The draw is excellent. The build is admirable. The burn wobbles through the first-half un-egregiously and self-correctingly. Ash stacks to an inch at a time in a somewhat aerated manner. The mascara line shows some thickness here and there. Copious amounts of smoke out-put show a citrusy sweetness and an exotic spice which also appears on the palate in a tough-to-grasp manner. "Duck sauce," my nose tells my mouth. "Apricot preserves," counters my mouth.

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

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

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Monday, August 29, 2022

The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast | Episode 10

The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast | Episode 10

In this ep. I smoke and discuss a newly revamped Sancho Panza The Original. I also go on about Pro Wrestling, Boxing, and what passes as aggressive these days. In particular, Usyk, Anthony Joshua, Wilder, Roman Reigns, CM Punk, Rollins, Moxley, and punctuation. I also cover some KM. news.

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.



Recorded and released to podcast players on a pop-up (unscheduled) basis. The KM.P deals with content within the scope of this blog (Tobacciana | Sherlockiana) and often in a meta manner of such. Which is to say news of what's up at and with KM. I also like to go on about boxing and pro wrestling. Subscribe and rate & review wherever you manage to listen.

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Friday, August 26, 2022

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 12

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles* [HOUN] by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 12

(*First published in a serialized fashion by The Strand Magazine August 1901 - April 1902. SPOILERS AHEAD)

"That cold, incisive, ironical voice could belong to but one man in all the world." Now we're cooking on gas! The dynamic duo is a duo once moor. I mean more. I mean again? Nevertheless... "My footprint, I presume." Muses Watson as to how Holmes knew it was he who was in the hut. Then a funny line about H not knowing every footprint in the world, to wit: "I could not undertake to recognize your footprint amid all the footprints of the world." Or to paraphrase, 'Easy there, buddy.'

The ID was instead made via the stub of W's cigarette which read "Bradley, Oxford Street." A potentially long stub of cigarette, depending on which way and how large the lettering was run. Maybe our chain-smoking doctor did not like the taste of his new and out-of-character nervous habit and was throwing them down less than fully spent. Again and rudimentarily, Watson smoked a pipe and occasionally a cigar. Regardless, W is at first super happy to see H and then feels fairly ill-treated by his deceptive detective friend. I wonder if that footprint jab still stung?

"I think that I have deserved better at your hands, Holmes." But he is made to understand the tact H took in his secrecy. Plus, look--he kept all his letters, and even here on Brokeback Moor ruffled feathers need occasionally smoothed. Now is when we hit Warp Speed... says H: "I am giving you some information now, in return for all you have given me." The Stapletons siblings are, get this, HUSBAND AND WIFE! & it feels sort of like a too-soon crescendo played under a damp blanket. It suddenly all makes undeniable sense to all. Case solved. All that's left is perfectly nabbing the dastardly Jack Stapleton.

Why is not immediately the perfect way to do so? Well, because they need a firmer case against the man. Whether or not they procure said more-firm case is perhaps not a ruling to be made within this installment. I do, however, feel like there might well be some issue there, or why on earth would I have said this? See, that's how things work around here. They do increase their ally count via LL, a woman whom Stapleton had set-up to ill-use and probs scorn. Then, just as it's all happening so fast and maybe too fast, "A terrible scream - a prolonged yell of horror and anguish burst out of the silence of the moor."

Long story short and with again another spoiler alert warning, Selden is dead. But I get ahead of myself. Holmes and Watson first believe it to be the brutal murder of Henry that they had heard. That and with them the "musical and yet menacing" sound of the hound. If Sir is dead, vengeance will be theirs. "But, by heaven, if the worst has happened, we'll avenge him!" Let's take a moment here. Pull up a chair. Why were you standing? Vengeance. According to Gould's chronology, HOUN takes place quite close to exactly a year after The Five Orange Pips, where Holmes also takes up the cause of revenge.

He well might have fallen short of that goal in FIVE, so perhaps here he has thoughts of avenge two-fold. I'd love to tell a bad joke about Avenged Sevenfold now, but am sadly unfamiliar with their oeuvre.

More intel is garnered when they find out that the fallen man is in fact Selden and should be dead anyways. Before that though, Holmes lashes out at himself and Watson for letting their Sir down and it kinda puts H in a bad light, this tantrum. More odd Holmes behavior at the happy realization of a dead criminal: "Now he was dancing and laughing and wringing my hand." What a case! It's got Watson chain-smoking and Holmes in fits of emotion! I myself am rather ecstatic, at the at long-last solving of the boot tomfoolery. I think we all need a breather.

We get a cold breath. As the ice-cold Jack Stapleton, the evilest man on God's green earth then comes to check on the bloody scene he created. He stands there, cooler than the other side of your pillow has ever dared to be. "I told you in London, Watson, and will tell you now again, that we have never had a foeman more worthy of our steel. Natural Born Killer is an Avenged Sevenfold song that could well have had Jack Stapleton in mind. I'll never know. That sort of music just isn't at all my cup of tea. LOL (they can't all be gold.)

ADDITIONAL HOUN
Thoughts on Chapter 11
Thoughts on Chapter 13

You might also wish to read:

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 3 (for a bit more on Bradley's)

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 9 (for a bit more on Watson's usual smoking habits)

A Study in The Five Orange Pips from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (for a bit more talk of revenge)

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Online sources for this article: The Arthur Conan Doyle Encyclopedia (The Hound of the Baskervilles). You can read this tale in full there, so you know. READ MORE. Or LISTEN MORE, as I've found listening to the Bob Neufeld reading for LibriVox quite enjoyable and useful.

Thursday, August 25, 2022

Kaplowitz Media. Cigars of the Month for August 2022

Kaplowitz Media.
Cigars of the Month
for August 2022


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

Partagas Black Label

Kaplowitz Media.
POUND FOR POUND
boxing rankings.
  1. Oleksandr Usyk
  2. Terence Crawford
  3. Naoya Inoue
  4. Errol Spence
  5. Canelo Alvarez
The boxing world seems made up of two camps of fans [simplified for the sake of making the following point]: Those who pay credence to P4P rankings and those who do not. My take on the matter is to find use in them thusly--in viewing these rankings as you would cigar reviews. 

Find a boxing pundit or publication whose rankings you generally agree with; just like you should find a cigar reviewer whose palate typically agrees with your own. After all, to reiterate and slightly expound, my take on the matter is that rankings are forms of review.

Also, you're probably wondering as to my thoughts regarding the ranking of Sherlock Holmes stories, what with all this focus on that sort of thing. Read this: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | All Stories Reviewed, Rated, Ranked

Good stuff, all of it. But that isn't all of it. This batch of Cigars of the Month is the penultimate batch before naming the Kaplowitz Media. Cigar of the Year. You can find out about that amazing process by reading this: Kaplowitz Media. Cigar of the Year 2021-22 | What to Expect This Year.

thx

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Wednesday, August 24, 2022

PDR Cigars A Flores 1975 Serie Privada Maduro SP52 in Review

PDR Cigars A Flores 1975 Serie Privada Maduro SP52 in Review

WRAPPER: Ecuadorian Habano Maduro
BINDER: Nicaraguan Habano
FILLER: Nicaraguan, Dominican

FORMAT: Robusto (552) box-press
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Medium/Medium-full

NOTES:
Espresso | Dark chocolate | Vegetal savoriness

Interesting roasted savory vegetal underpinnings--that's different. Building up from there is a layer of compost, patent leather, vanilla extract, and seasoned cedar. All that sets up some dark chocolate, black pepper, and espresso. Excellent structure and delineation. Excellent complexity and depth of nuance. Balanced and consistent, as well. Admirably manages to be equal parts both rich and crisp.

That vegetal aspect is oddly, I know, somewhat like seaweed and also like BBQ joint greens. There's a mature sweetness buried there, as well. Molasses and alfalfa grass. (Also a tick charcoal-y in the 3/3.)  The olfactory offers its own viva la difference with a neat look at cedar and hickory/mesquite slowly smoking, wrapped in a distinct and creamier hidey leather. Malted cereal grains hit middlings come mid-point.

Draws with an even and good amount of easy resistance. Burn-line wonks a bit but never much and self-corrects. Ash packs on in a dense toothy sheath. Seams and shoulder each hold well, as does a rounded-press. No hard or soft spots in the roll. Smoke out-put is a moderate+ amount and the aroma becomes an even sweeter savory room-note. Complex and consistent? Sure, via well-practiced smooth evolutions.

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, August 23, 2022

Book Review: The Ghost of Johnny Tapia by Paul Zanon w/ Teresa Tapia

Book Review: The Ghost of Johnny Tapia
by Paul Zanon w/ Teresa Tapia

PUBLISHED BY: Hamilcar Publications
RELEASE DATE: 2019
GENRE: Sports, Biography, True Crime
PAGE COUNT: 57

This thing kicks off at a vengeful pace akin to Hagler v Hearns circa '85. The Fight that became The War. Like that famed bout, it keeps to that gear. Sammy Hagar, the Red Rocker of all people, sets the tone in its forward from the highs of the Marco Antonio Barrera fight build-up if not execution, to the lows of a coma that came close to being a plug-puller.

The unrelenting pulsating tale then immediately introduces Mrs. Teresa Tapia on those heels as a victim yet to become a further victim and also an accomplice as well as occasional keeper; a lifer after a mere two weeks of dating. Her own Prelude here involves the ups of new love and the downs of DOA. Is it really ups and downs or does sheer insanity better cover it?

I understand a bit more now, 'Expect the unexpected.' Wows then turn into sounds about rights. Still, a helluva tale. A war. War is hell. This is no heavenly read. While constructed well and equally well-presented, it remains trainwreck (or more apropos bus-wreck) entertainment. Hagar had to be coached up to use a stool between rounds; Tapia wanted his voice while Freddie Roach wanted Tapia's ear.

It's a tragedy, really, and an out-of-the-gate, down-the-stretch feces storm in repeated microcosm. You choose wrong enough times, it becomes a habit like drugs and alcohol, both of which fuel the said tragedy. Sounds about right, I know. "Was Johnny Tapia boxing's most tortured soul? Arguably." Asks then states the book. What if no right choices exist? Literal blood baptisms have some effect as well. As would abandonment via unspeakable violence.

It's shocking to read that celebrities the likes of Mr. T and Mickey Rourke joined in with Tapia at his height of popularity. Oh, wait... Sounds about right. I don't mean to sound jaded, but am well-aware that I do. Maybe it's a defense mechanism. This begins to quickly read as a mystery book printed backward. But again told crisply and coherently via quick. Pulp-like. Bursts. Perhaps written a bit as how pablum is fed, digested.

If there's one failure, it's in positing Tapia as a sympathetic figure. Although perhaps that isn't the goal. The only clear goal, and one may be arrived on accidentally but achieved oh so deliberately, was the use of Tapia himself as a sort of euphoric drug. Teresa spent many years high as a kite, riding that dragon. "The temptation for greatness is the biggest drug in the world." Mike Tyson, atop Chapter Four, Ressurection Boulevard.

Ultimately, this book does justice to its topic in a quite apt manner. Quickly. Meteorically. It's a mood. Gets in and then out with suddenness. While in, gets points across, drops some nice in and out-of-ring info while sharing snapshots of each. It's an easy read to recommend again because it won't eat your time and you'll feel as though you're maybe left with more than you put in. An offering with a decent ROI. It won't haunt you, although maybe it should. Brisk.

A spicy cigar with a short, clean finish.

A note on Teresa, she is the hero of this saga. A woman capable of great adaptation and what can only be called true grit survival of the fittest. As Johnny's keeper, as his manager, she not only survived but thrived in that harsh as heck world. After four more DOAs and a pair or so suicide attempts, Johnny Tapia died on May 27, 2012. "We're talking about Johnny. He always comes back." Not always. He thought it was time. He was 45 years old.

A famous Sherlockian poem, 221B by Vincent Starrett, ends with a line that runs, "And it is always eighteen ninety-five." This book lives on the day of Tapia's death, as did he. I need a damn drink. Make it a soda.

3.5 of 5 stars.

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Monday, August 22, 2022

Macanudo Cigars Inspirado Jamao in Review

Macanudo Cigars Inspirado Jamao in Review

WRAPPER: Jamao Dominican
BINDER: Honduran
FILLER: Honduran, Nicaraguan, Dominican

FORMAT: Toro (5.75x54)
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Boiled peanuts | Suede | Turmeric

Turmeric is a type of ginger, I don't know if a lot of folks know that. As to this smoke, that, as already mentioned italicized above. Also, those boiled peanuts which take up most of the sort of flat profile. They're a forward part of an earthen-clay back-end. Suede envelops a bit dryly-so. Flitting about is dandelion tea, white peppercorn, and a buttery cedar that gets bullied a bit by the less-smooth aspects of the blend.

Not terribly complex or equally nuanced. Balance is titled toward a bit more bite than what you might expect from fairly calm flavors. Not much delineation. All that griped, there are a couple notes of interest and the aroma is a quite nice sweet spiciness. It's much more dessert-like on the nose. However, it is a bit desert-like on the palate. I believe some of that dryness skews the experience toward sharpness.

Issues do occur in the mechanics of the thing. The top-leaf wears akin to a t-shirt after a long hot day. A bit less than form-fitting, say. Visible bumps and lumps, some uneven seams. The burn-line is wonky out-of-the-gate and while it does even-some, never fantastically. The first-third's particularly worrisome with a threatened runner. Draws a bit too far open for my liking. Packed a tick light. Smoke out-put is inconsistent.

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

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

PS: The nom de tobacco of 'Jamao' is a portmanteau of the words Jamastran and Mao. The seeds of this experimental leaf are from the former and are grown in the latter. (Mao is a growing region of the Dominican Republic.) My $0.02 is that for a new leaf, it tastes quite retro.

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Friday, August 19, 2022

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 11

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles* [HOUN] by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 11

(*First published in a serialized fashion by The Strand Magazine August 1901 - April 1902. SPOILERS AHEAD)

'The Man on the Tor.'

In which our Batman will speak! The opening of the third and final act and a promised 'terrible conclusion' awaits. Of chapter seven, I wrote: [The environs continue to play in a Jekyll and Hyde manner.] I feel as though we've been quite wallowing in Hyde for a good bit, lacking in some juxtaposition. Still, this is a creeper, so that's fine. What Watson relates to us here is so burnt into his memory as to not even warrant his looking over his notes. This really does go quite far in explaining other canonical bits of discrepancy.

In any event, it's off to Coombe Tracey we go to interview this LL of the recovered letter, again one Mrs. Laura Lyons. She of the loins of Frankland (I am still shocked). Only W makes this trip, in hopes of a one-on-one meeting being most beneficial in procuring information. Also, Mortimer and Sir Henry are still in their cards. Ecarte must be one helluva game. Perkins the groom drives W out there and I realize that's his job but it seems somehow odd to mention. Another nuance is that LL is found at her Remington typewriter.

Remingtons were still rather new-fangled things, having hit the market in 1874 and selling to the tune of $125 bucks. That's a somewhat hefty tune and perhaps lends to the idea that LL was more than just a tad set-up by the kindness of the locals and the passing of their hats in her cause. Maybe we are privy here to a primordial GoFundMe effort? Of some lateral interest to this is that the typewriter itself spawned from the Remington sewing machine, which potentially explains the prominence of females in later secretarial pools. Dunno, just a thought.

Also, Doyle is thought to be the first to use a typewriter as a plot device and in his deduction of Mary Sutherland in A Case of Identity (CASE, 1892). Although back then, he did not name-drop Remington; I can't help but wonder here in HOUN of some equally primordial bit of product placement advertising**.

I digress.

The lady is a clam until she isn't and that's sort of suspicious, I suppose. I more am struck by the manner in which she is described. "There was something subtly wrong with the face, some coarseness of expression, some hardness, perhaps, of eye, some looseness of lip which marred its perfect beauty." This is the low-key the eeriest this tale has been in some time. The commas break the rhythm of structure in much the same way these blemishes play upon her face. Still, Watson seems to be into her just fine... go figure. A final bit here, I've never heard 'hazel' in describing one's hair.

Stuff is hashed-out between Watson and she, and Watson heads back to the Hall, only to be waylaid by Frankland. He might suspect LL of something but definitely dislikes Frankland all the more after learning all the more of his treatment toward his own daughter. The old whiskered kook is celebrating some legal win and is all about gloating. Watson sends Perkins on his way and hears what Frankland has to say. This is good because he has more to say than perchance thought. In fact, "He certainly seemed to be getting uncomfortably near the truth." He has spied the convict getting his Uber Eats delivered upon the moor.

But wait! It's happening now! Quick, to the telescope! "There he was, sure enough, a small urchin with a little bundle upon his shoulder." Watson then takes his leave and instead of heading home as planned, he begins to track the errand boy. He is on the trail of the Batman. I mean the man on the tor. I mean [spoiler alert] Sherlock Holmes. A note is laid out in the hut. 'Dr Watson has gone to Coombe Tracey.' He is being watched. Interestingly, he compares himself to Stapleton. He is also smoking a cigarette again or still (his poor frayed nerves). He tosses it down and feels for his revolver. Waits for the unknown man's return...

"It is a lovely evening, my dear Watson," said a well-known [yet tantalizingly unnamed] voice.

ADDITIONAL HOUN
Thoughts on Chapter 10
Thoughts on Chapter 12

FURTHER READING

**I wrote about this idea in "Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle, and an ADP Briar-Root Pipe"

On "A Case of Identity" from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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Online sources for this article: Smithsonian's History Explorer (1874 Remington Type Writer), Lit2Go (A Case of Identity), The Arthur Conan Doyle Encyclopedia (The Hound of the Baskervilles). You can read this tale in full there, so you know. READ MORE. Or LISTEN MORE, as I've found listening to the Bob Neufeld reading for LibriVox quite enjoyable and useful.

Thursday, August 18, 2022

Artesano del Tobacco El Pulpo (Pre-Release) in (P)review

Artesano del Tobacco El Pulpo (Pre-Release) in (P)review

WRAPPER: San Andres Maduro
BINDER: Nicaraguan
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Robusto (box-press)
ORIGIN: Nicaragua (AJ Fernandez)
INTENSITY: Full

NOTES:

A profile with a wide stance. It gets wider too, via progression. But unlike a boxer's widening feet it's not a sign of fatigue. This blend just keeps throwing haymakers. Keeps on-after you. Dark chocolate, fudge, black pepper, cumin, and Worcestershire sauce. Heavy. Leather, grains, compost, anise, and walnuts. Oily. Espresso, as far as the eye can see. And it works angles like a damn pro.

There is a lot of cigar in this cigar, an awful lot. Performance-wise, I get an even burn, nice ash growth, and a smooth-as-silk draw. Voluminous smoke out-put has me smelling sweet leather and watching the fight through grey-white clouds. It's a 1950s fight-card and everyone in attendance is smoking. The ring is in black and white and the cornermen yell in bruising Bronx accents.

[Look for a full review shortly. Projected release date is October 2022.]

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Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Bernard Hopkins vs Joe Calzaghe | A Boxing Match Review and Rating

Bernard Hopkins vs Joe Calzaghe | A Boxing Match Review and Rating

(It's my Tobacciana | Sherlockiana blog, and I'll Boxiana if I want to. Boxiana if I want to.)

April 19, 2008
Thomas & Mack Center
Paradise NV USA
for The Ring L. Heavyweight title

NOTES:

The undefeated Welshman Calzaghe (44-0, 32) comes to America for Hopkins's (44-4-1, 32) belt. They meet in and then out and then inside again of a phone booth. This is most likely on account of Hopkins and his renowned on and off pacing. At around 1:56 of the opening round, they get back in the booth and The Executioner pops Calzaghe on the bridge of his schnoz with a short right-hand. He goes down. More a deposit than a dump. Gets up quickly but a 10-8 round is no one's ideal lift-off.

Calzaghe's normally prodigious punching is not-so for a bit afterward, on account of Hopkin's counterpunching. It's his clinching, as well, that's messing with Calzaghe's rhythm. The second stanza is another controlled by Hopkins. More space, all told. For a bit, Hopkins dictates distance and offers lots of bodywork, too. Calzaghe through the opening gambits seems slappy. In the third, it seems Calzaghe settles in some, working angles. Flings some better leather. 

But Hopkins is still in control, mainly. The lower the work-rate, the more so. By the early mids, Calzaghe seems somewhat frustrated. Then Hop starts looking almost awkward at mid-point, as Cal responds 'no,' to phone-booth RSVPs. That said, still slappy-some. "Protect yourself at all times," is a thing that could be said regarding the sneaky H. He gets clocked himself at the end of the 5th with a stiff left, however. Hopkins looks to counter off the ropes as the southpaw Calzaghe pressures with that left and flicks a good jab.

The nose still bleeds from that 1st rd. cut. The 7th ends with a Pride of Wales flurry but the bigger H has him coming in off-balance each time. Slappy. Hard rights by H never lead to combos. By the late middles, Calzaghe starts picking the right counters of Hopkins, then slipping them. The slaps re-stiffen towards the end of the 9th and his pressure seems to be getting to H. As championship rounds loom it scans as H asking the same question over and over, and C finding different answers. In the 10th, an 'answer' is a low-blow.

The 43-year-old Hopkins nurses said low-blow to get his wind back. Limps about as Calzaghe works the crowd. The stage is set for the championship stanzas. The curtain opens in the final minute of the 10th, when it all looks to be reset... Eleventh. H claims another low-blow but the ref doesn't bite and they instead go toe-to-toe into the final round. Twelfth. Neither has a full tank and they take turns lurching forward. No real lulls. Calzaghe is the main aggressor here, and for a good bit. The bell doesn't stop the action immediately.

Calzaghe via SD (113-114, 115-112, 116-111)

WORK RATE: A-
PRESSURE: A
EXCITEMENT: B+
SKILL SET: A

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

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Tuesday, August 16, 2022

PDR Cigars A Flores El Trovador Rosado in Review

PDR Cigars A Flores El Trovador Rosado in Review

WRAPPER: Ecuadorian Rosado
BINDER: Nicaraguan/Nicaraguan Corojo (double)
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Corona Gorda (646)
ORIGIN: Domincan Republic
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Earth | Leather | Malted grain

An attainable profile that performs superbly well. Notes of malted grains appear alongside just about every flavor and string them all-together quite tightly-so. Leather envelopes it all as it all churns out from a fluffy earthen core. White pepper with only some scant bit of sweet though undefined spices shakes themselves loose and independent. Consistent.

A diner cup of joe on the back end falls to the middling with an in&out look at milk chocolate, a few leaves of black tea, and an almost fully arrived fruity-floral addition. In the second half, a bit of wildflower honey sets in. Really and truly, it's a malt show. Through the nose is a bit of cedar but while it tastes nice, it doesn't serve to delineate at all. Buttery and dirty-smooth.

As noted already, tremendous combustion and construction. Big smoke out-put (although a rather mute aroma and room-note). Excellent dang near perfect draw. The ash builds in thin stacks to an easy and solid inch. Burn-line is even with slight self-correcting hiccups throughout. Nice pacing. A set it and forget it smoke with excellent balance and a sweet finish.

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

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

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Monday, August 15, 2022

Live from the Throne Room with Lee Marsh of Stolen Throne Cigars | Boxing and Pro Wrestling Talk

Live from the Throne Room with Lee Marsh of Stolen Throne Cigars | Boxing and Pro Wrestling Talk

Live from the Throne Room is an Instagram show over at the Stolen Throne Cigars IG feed. My pal Lee Marsh of Stolen Throne joins me to chat about cigars, food, beverages, and combat sports both staged and unstaged. Scheduled on a pop-up Throne Thursday basis, so make sure to follow and not miss out ever.

Topics discussed during this episode were:
  • CM Punk returns!
  • Moxley as Stone Cold or Cactus Jack?
  • Crawford vs Spence purse split.
  • Bray Wyatt rumors continue.
  • Karrion Kross | McIntyre | Reigns
  • Usyk vs Joshua - how it all plays out.
Probably more but who knows? You will, when you tune in. 


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Friday, August 12, 2022

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 10

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles* [HOUN] by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 10

(*First published in a serialized fashion by The Strand Magazine August 1901 - April 1902. SPOILERS AHEAD)

"A dull and foggy day," is nothing at all as badly penned purple prose as Bulwer-Lytton's infamous, "It was a dark and stormy night." Still, they are hard to separate in my mind, as one conjures up the other. Then we get another instance of 'melancholy' and it dawns on me that a fun drinking game would be to take a swig for each time the word is used. This time, the mood is a bit heavier toward 'impending danger', and something of a flashback sequence or at the least a repeating of events reiterates why we should feel that way. It plays here a bit like Doyle is selling quite hard and heavy-handedly.

After that and Watson deciding not to cue the oddly-overly traumatized Sir Henry in on his plans of nabbing the Black Tor Batman: enter Barrymore. A thought before we do. I like how over-the-top nerve-wracked Henry appears. It's not a wobbly character-build as I'll mention with others. He begins here to border on becoming as fearfully over-wrought as Sir Charles Baskerville. There is a struggle there and a quite palpable one. Nevertheless, Barrymore is ticked-off because Eliza spilled the beans on her criminal brother, and with that info, W and H went to bring in Selden. "The poor fellow has enough to fight against without me putting more upon his track." Oh, and the butler is seen as pale and not so handsome again.

The three men dicker and bicker as to the right and wrong of it all and arrive at letting Selden be because soon he'll head off to South America and England will be safe--screw S. Americans and their safety, apparently. Regardless, ol' JB is so happy to have his brother-in-law off the hook that he offers-up a bit of previously withheld information which also is the crux of this chapter, 'Extract from the Diary of Dr Watson', which is really not an extract but more a series of 'recollections.' I digress... I think... anyway, we learn of L.L. The feminine initials on a letter written to Charles that led to him standing at the moor gate late that fateful night, smoking a cigar and dropping those ashes.

A brief interlude: "I thought of the convict out upon the bleak, cold, shelterless moor. Poor fellow!" Why are we suddenly being sympathetic to this dangerously brutal and apparently remorseless fellow who'd stick at nothing? It is said 'he has suffered something to atone for them,' them being his sins, although his sins surely at first seemed quite larger than camping out for a few or even many nights might well balance-out. A bit inconsistent here. Wobbly.

But just who is this mysterious L.L? Dr Mortimer has the answer, and here he is in his dog cart now! He gives Watson a lift and shares that his little spaniel dog is lost. W tries to tell him he's probably totally fine but thinks to himself that, for some reason, the Gripen Mire done did definitely got him. Feels like a forced reminder of drowning ponies to me. Still, who is this L.L? Mortimer tells Watson it's probably Frankland's daughter, Laura Lyons. Frankland has a kid??? Wait, why is that so shocking? I mean, I agree it's shocking, but why? In any event, she's been mainly cut loose by her vastly estranged kook father, and the local residents all chipped in to set her up some small-ish way.

This is a hot lead, indeed. Let's check it out. Ju-uuu-st not quite yet. First Mortimer talks skulls as Watson dances around more important chatting, thanking his time spent with Holmes for aiding in his skirting the issue prowesses. And get ready to raise a glass, "I have only one other incident to record upon this tempestuous and melancholy day." I begin to feel now as though Doyle might've better laid off some telling to lend more sight to his showing; for there is no shortage of the latter but it does get fogged-over some by overt and copious instances of the former.

That one other incident, it's to do between Barrymore and Watson conversationally and leaves W a 'strong card' to hold in his hand. That strong card reference comes a mere less than 20 words before a game of Ecarte is mentioned as being played twixt Mortimer and Sir H. Can a story be too tightly-spun? Sure, but it's not here--barely. During their play, the butler brings W a cup of coffee. Not tea, coffee. I seldom recommend decaf but might here for the good doctor who's already begun on cigarettes in the previous chapter. The jitters never helped anyone, after all. Lord, how he wishes Holmes was there with him.

That said, it's John Barrymore who's on edge maybe the most (although again everyone is, really). W looks for trouble by asking after Selden's whereabouts and it's wished that he was off to S. America already but it doesn't quite yet seem to be the case. The last delivery of food out into the moor was gone, "unless it was the other man that took it." That's right, Barrymore knows that The Batman doth prowl. Selden told him... so there is direct contact. B doesn't like any of this, none of it at all, and he expounds upon why not within the confines of yet another mini-recap of events. He's had it, the poor butler, and simply cannot wait to be relieved of his burdensome duties by a new staff.

I feel like Barrymore and Watson are much in the same boat.

A lot happens here all told, but it's done rigidly-tight and delivered like a fastball under the chin with a little something extra on it. A chapter to keep you honest, then. A fun chapter too, albeit a tick imbalanced insofar as the cited wobbly characters. But also with just the right dose of development and more than enough but not too much rapid exposition. Plus, a new character! My main (I suppose) gripe is again, the pounding and piling-on of mood, or how it's done--in a quite simple short-cut of a manner. But hey, it works and I am well-hooked and on the hook.

ADDITIONAL HOUN
Thoughts on Chapter 9
Thoughts on Chapter 11

You might also wish to read my article: Card Games in Sherlock Holmes Canon & Premium Tobacco Pairings Vol. 2 Ecarte.

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Online sources for this article: The Arthur Conan Doyle Encyclopedia (The Hound of the Baskervilles). You can read this tale in full there, so you know. READ MORE. Or LISTEN MORE, as I've found listening to the Bob Neufeld reading for LibriVox quite enjoyable and useful.

Thursday, August 11, 2022

Dapper Cigar Co. La Madrina Shade in Review

Dapper Cigar Co. La Madrina Shade in Review

WRAPPER: Ecuadorian Connecticut Shade
BINDER: Mexican San Andres
FILLER: Nicaraguan, Dominican, USA

FORMAT: Robusto
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Exotic spices | Cream | Floral/Citrus

Loaded with creamy goodnesses. Braced by a buttery cedar and kept honest by a lightly sweetened spice that's white pepper led. Creaminess has a tick of hay at its core. Spices are cardamom and swaddled white cinnamon. Cafe au lait is on the back end into a rather lengthy finish, sitting there a bit a-tingle. Floral wildflower and chamomile aspects flit about, as does a sweet not candied citrus ebb and flow. Pignoles.

Lots of moving pieces but all enter and evolve slowly, folded into the creaminess of it all. At around the half, a buttery savory suede begins to surround the profile. This serves to show some more earthen look-sees, loads of rich sunlit earth with some clay additions. Well-balanced, even-keeled, and quite plush. Calm. Maybe feels a tick like running on the beach. Perhaps a bit bogged down but easy on the joints, see.

Performance-wise, perhaps a slightly sluggish and damp draw helps form the jogging in sand vibe. Ash grows quite excellently. Smoke out-put is big to the eyes, smaller though kindly sweet-spiced to the nose. Burn-line remains even but shy of dead-so. No retouches are mandated whatsoever. I hear sea gulls. A slight crack happens in the top-leaf between the second and final thirds but smokes through fine.

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

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

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Wednesday, August 10, 2022

The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast | Episode 9

The Kaplowitz Media. Podcast | Episode 9

In this episode, I smoke a medium-bodied La Gloria Cubana Criollo de Oro, talk about Crawford v Spence, flannel shirts and flat caps, Inuit throat singing, Jean Reno, and The Hound of the Baskervilles.

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.



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Tuesday, August 9, 2022

Partagas Cigars Black Label in Review

Partagas Cigars Black Label in Review

WRAPPER: Connecticut Medio Tiempo
BINDER: Dominican
FILLER: Dominican, Nicaraguan

FORMAT: "Magnifico" (654) Toro
ORIGIN: Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Full

NOTES:
Earth | Spices | Leather

A philharmonic orchestra, a hundred musicians, easy. The lights are out. So many notes, so much pitch blackness. Sometimes when you stare into the abyss, it stares back at you, and you realize you're both smoking this cigar. Swoon. Every note is toasted darkly-so and springs forth from a dried compost and heavy grain melange. The whole shebang is wrapped in savory patent leather, begs Bourbon.

Italian roasted coffee beans, chicory, hickory, mesquite. Dried red and purple fruits with accompanying spices led by black pepper, red pepper, cumin, and smoked paprika. A silky but waxy bar of 90% dark chocolate. Full-on full but somehow surprisingly light on its feet. Harmoniously balanced and complex. Some scant ashy charcoal distractions. Image of a bodybuilder convincingly performing barre exercises.

The burn could be better. Ash splits, never grows so well. The line wiggles about, and needs a couple instances of re-touching. Draws a bit empty on the first puff, so double puffing it is, but never over-heats. Burns quite coolly, really. Lumbers. Lumpy exterior but rolled tightly and evenly. No hard/soft spots. Shoulder dings a tick. Nice smoke out-put, particularly passively, giving a heady aroma of all the notes.

Sating to the point of uneasy gluttony.

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

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

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Monday, August 8, 2022

Kaplowitz Media. Cigar of the Year 2021-22 | What to Expect This Year

Kaplowitz Media. Cigar of the Year 2021-22 | What to Expect This Year

August is freshly upon us. Meaning, of course, that September is next up. One might say that it's August, going on September. But why on earth would one say that? Nevertheless, come this September as with the last handful of years prior, Kaplowitz Media. will be unveiling its Cigar of the Year list.

This year's CotY will be unveiled differently than those of years past. Speaking of previous years and before we forge bravely on-ahead, let's put some respect on the names of previous winners, shall we?
  • 2020-21 Stolen Throne War Council
  • 2019-20 Illusione Epernay 10th Anniversary D'Aosta
  • 2018-19 Stolen Throne Crook of the Crown | Viva la Vida by Artesano del Tobacco
  • 2017-18 MBombay Classic Torpedo
  • 2016-17 Bespoke Basilica C #1
  • 2015-16 Crowned Heads Tennessee Waltz
A big round of apple sauce for these great smokes. Although that isn't why I called you here today. The reason I did is to cue you all in on what to expect during this year's unfurling. Again, it will feature a whole new and different process from previous editions.

Here goes: it all begins September 27th with my naming of cigars numbers four through 10. It continues as an amendment to that same post on September 28th, unveiling the number three smoke along with thoughts on it. The same thing happens the next day when I continue to languidly unfurl via naming my number two pick. Then, on September 30th, the Kaplowitz Media number one Cigar of the Year will be announced and/or crowned.

Again:

September 27: numbers 4-10.
September 28: number three.
September 29: number two.
September 30: KM CotY

I am aware this is still some time away so perhaps you'll want to mark your calendars. I'll also be reminding you as the time looms more nigh. thx

(9/26 edit) NOTE: A cigar is eligible for inclusion if I smoked, fully reviewed, and graded it an A- or higher (thus earning a spot in a Cigar of the Month post); within the span of time between last year's CotY post and this one. That is all.

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Friday, August 5, 2022

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 9

Sherlock Holmes The Hound of the Baskervilles* [HOUN] by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Thoughts on Chapter 9

(*First published in a serialized fashion by The Strand Magazine August 1901 - April 1902. SPOILERS AHEAD)

Here we are at chapter nine, The Light Upon the Moor [Second Report of Dr Watson]. "There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact." - The Boscombe Valley Mystery (1891). "There is nothing so deceptive as the distance of a light upon a pitch-dark night," HOUND. I'm here to blow yer mind and tell you these two notions are, in fact, the same. Also that this is a juicy chapter. Thicc even. A full-figured chapter, then. BBW. You get the gist.

And now it would seem the gist is coming in fast and furious pieces at our good doctor and he relates it in such a manner to Holmes via this second epistolic chapter. We are again in Doyle's regular fashion prepared for great surprise. The first of which, for me, is to learn that Barrymore is seen as 'a striking-looking fellow.' Up till now and in my mind he, as I made mention of, scanned as more Lurch than handsome. Nevertheless, Watson further examines the room in which the George Clooney-esque butler peered out of the night before.

From his view right twixt the two trees, Barrymore must be looking for someone upon the moor. Why not believe in a completely unsubstantiated way that this must mean he is setting up his own lover's tryst? So now not only is he thought even assumed a murderer but also a philanderer. What a cad! Someone give this poor fellow another bag of unwanted used clothing, pronto. His womanizing ways are surely the reason for his dull heavyset wife's tears. So W takes his findings and thoughts to Sir Henry, who seems and rather is, unsurprised.

"I knew that Barrymore walked about nights, and I had a mind to speak to him about it." So the buddies Frick and Frack decide to not simply talk to him but instead to stake out the apparently now deaf yet still sexy af domestic and follow him upon his nightly rounds unbeknownst in a clandestine fashion. Because one simply does not address the hired help in civil ways. Also, we learn that the whole Hall is set to be remodeled by some swank not dank architect, and furthermore, that all the place will then need is a wife. So, of course, why not that fetching Miss Stapleton? Speaking of she, Henry is off to meet her upon the moor and convinces W to give them some nudge and a wink alone time.

Except for that W feels immediately bad about this and follows him anyway. And he gets a good seat to quite a good show for his effort. Why does Jack Stapleton not want Henry to woo his sister who again looks nothing like him and is apparently of another ethnicity all-together? No clue at all! Henry sees Watson and is first mad over being followed but then glad to have his buddy there to tell him that he is, indeed, quite the catch. "Our friend's title, his fortune, his age, his character, and his appearance are all in his favour, and I know nothing against him, unless it be this dark fate which runs in his family." A bit of Brokeback Moor? Not really.

It's settled then, this Stapleton man is crazy. Except he does offer a lovely apology and promises to relinquish her hand to Sir in a small while--just not yet. You see, "His sister is everything in his life, he says." I believe he means it, that he's willing to let go of even his SPOILER ALERT 'sister' in pursuit of his lofty goals and maybe even means to win, lose, or draw. Let's just drop a pin there and move onward to "What are you doing here, Barrymore?" That's right, they caught him at it in their little sting operation. Of note is that this is only the first mention in HOUN of W smoking a cigarette, something he is steadfastly against in the other parts of the canon.

He's a stress case and neither his 'ship's' or Ship's (British Navy rationed rope tobacco) nor his Arcadia Mixture (most likely an English blend featuring Latakia) usual pipe-fulls are cutting through his nerves. Looks like Watson picked the wrong day to quit sniffing glue, as it were. Here again, we see Doyle's acumen in tobacco use and employing it to shape a whole mood.

In any event, the pair of sleuths take Barrymore to task and interrogate him as to his actions. He won't fess up. He and his Mrs Eliza are given the old pink slip for his stiff lip. Only then does she speak up. "My unhappy brother is starving on the moor." That's right, the convict is her brother, Selden is her maiden name, a thing easy enough to have dug up. Still, the plot, like a nice-a-sauce, she a-thickens! Spicy meat-a-ball! They were bringing him food, well the butler was. Because butlers gonna butler. Also, and remember this tidbit, that bag of peace-offering clothes (as we find out later). They are re-instated and sent to their room. Now more action--W and Sir shall pluck the convict from the moor themselves!

"Then get your revolver and put on your boots." OH, HERE WE GO. Except Henry has a hunting-crop which I read as an allusion to Holmes via his favorite weapon of choice. Too bad Holmes isn't there now. The two set off tracking in the inky blackness and through the horrifying howl of some ethereal hound. Finally, they spy that miserable bastard Selden. They try to run him down but fail. Watson could take a shot but doesn't, there are rules apparently. But get this: W sees another figure. "That of a tall, thin man. He stood with his legs a little separated, his arms folded, his head bowed." He points to the man but he's gone when Henry looks.

'A warden,' dismisses the Sir. But some part of Watson recognizes Holmes without knowing and simply by registering him and his 'commanding attitude.' He knows his O Captain! [His] Captain! Perhaps I read too much into this but perhaps I don't. Regardless, this chapter ends with the newly minted chain-smoker W wishing-pining to Holmes that he was there. I also get a heavy Bat-Signal vibe from this mysterious figure, which fits all too well, indeed. Also, it's near comical that as soon as Barrymore is shown as handsome, he is cleared of any wrongdoing. Where next will the ugly gaze fall? (Eyes of the beholder.)

What are my feelings about this chapter? I do like it. Although the moor scene feels a tick like an early Hardy Boys excerpt from Leslie McFarlane (a writer of superb ambiance), and the indoor scenes give me a bit of a Scooby-Doo vibe. AND BATMAN!!! I suppose it is important to note that none of the three existed until well-after the Hound. (The Hardy Boys popped up the closest in 1927.) So we see Holmes' effect on the nascent genre and on-down. I also just remembered that I went through a huge Hardy Boys period as a kid, and remember too scant little of it. Would it be weird if I re-read them now?

ADDITIONAL HOUN
Thoughts on Chapter 8
Thoughts on Chapter 10

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Online sources for this article: Wikipedia (The Hardy Boys), The John H. Watson Society (Dr. Watson's "ship's"), Pipes & Cigars (On Sherlock Holmes Pipe Types), and The Arthur Conan Doyle Encyclopedia (The Hound of the Baskervilles). You can read this tale in full there, so you know. READ MORE

Thursday, August 4, 2022

1st & 15th Podcast Episode No. 36 "Baking a Cake and Celebrating the Fall of the Banned"

1st & 15th Podcast Episode No. 36 "Baking a Cake and Celebrating the Fall of the Banned"

As Phil writes: "In this episode of 1st & 15th, Kap bakes a cake, Phil shares a story about helping a fellow student, they talk about cigars, and discuss if it's actually an accomplishment to defeat a banned competitor. They also ask the question, "Team Kap or Team Phil?"

That's right, we talk cigars. Particularly, my hilarious take on cedar spills. However, Phil isn't smoking. We also chat about several other topics. Too many to list, really.

TO LISTEN CLICK OR TAP HERE. rate and review, subscribe.

The 1st & 15th Podcast is a twice a month (see show name for dates), wherein Phil Kurut and I chat too long about nothing of any consequence. A pure waste of time. Don't look here for anything of either substance or of this blog's focus. Look for it on your preferred podcast player. Then rate and review.

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Kaplowitz Media. (& Friends) All About Wine Podcast Appearance

Kaplowitz Media. (& Friends) All About Wine Podcast Appearance

A week ago, we (myself, Cigar Craig, Phil Kurut, and Mike Weinstein) were invited to 'crash' a wine podcast with some cigar chatter. We shared loads of 101 information (bordering on 201) as well as a bunch of yuks. Well-worth a listen. Many thanks to Ron and Mike B. for having us on.

You can listen to this episode of All About Wine on YouTube by clicking/tapping HERE. The audio begins at around the 1:40 mark. SPOILER ALERT, the shrinking violet I am, I had trouble getting a word in edgewise, but I did talk about my in-the-works cigar chapbook toward the end. 

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Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Dapper Cigar Co. Desvalido Disla in Review

Dapper Cigar Co. Desvalido Disla in (p)Review

WRAPPER: Undisclosed
BINDER: Undisclosed
FILLER: Undisclosed

FORMAT: Robusto
ORIGIN: Nicaragua (NACSA)
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Coffee | Pepper-spice | Leather

Eye-catching pepper-spice balanced well with and folded into a savory earthiness. Sweetened via Cuban style coffee and fudgy dark chocolate. Black pepper with a trailing shot of cayenne. Spices are paprika, anise, fennel, and clove. Top-soil and compost drizzled with soy sauce. Heavy and inky but also crisp and rather delineated. A rocky minerality catches on the back-end and into a long bitter-sweet finish.

Calmly maybe almost ploddingly consistent. But also sneakily nuanced. A prizefighter closing the gap on his opponent via operating off a shift or switch-step. Sets up another punch as it's landing the first. Keeps marching forward. Except there's no busted nose here. Even the retro-hale is smooth as layered silk. Notes that pierce the peek-a-boo veil. Black walnuts and toasted almonds come aboard at the half. Red wine.

The draw does wiggle around-some, at times acts a bit snug. Burn-line wobbles a couple-three times, and self-corrects in each instance. Pinches a bit soft throughout. Ash grows oily and long in a sheath/stack of dimes combo. Smoke out-put is big on the puff, and quickly decreases to not much off the resting foot. There is a savory, spiced-sweet aroma and accumulative room-note. Leathery, soft and thick.

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

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

This offering is set to ship to retailers in a few weeks from the date of this post.

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Tuesday, August 2, 2022

On Rehydrating Dry Cigars: A Kaplowitz Media Tutorial

On Rehydrating Dry Cigars: A Kaplowitz Media Tutorial

Recently, it seems that more and more people are seeking advice as to rehydrating their potentially dried-out cigars. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's the newly minted lockdown smokers backing off from their new hobby-passion and heading back to their J-O-Bs, shifting focus. Whatever the reason, it seems a thing of the moment. Like any other moment, bad information abounds and surrounds. So can dry cigars be resuscitated? Yes, but there's more to that answer.

I noted before 'potentially.' If your cigars have sat out a few days, you're in most cases fine. Simply correct the storage issue and carry on, or just light up and enjoy. Unless it/they was/were sitting on your car's dashboard or on a bright windowsill in your house. Variables, there are variables. Maybe you left it in your fridge. Never put a cigar in your fridge, for it is not milk. Under normal-ish circumstances, a cigar can sit out just fine for a couple-few days. It might even burn better.

Tack on another couple of safe days if the thing is in an un-humidified zip-lock baggie, especially if the zippie has other sticks in it (that/those?). The more the merrier. I stress un-humidified because if humidified in a bag, they can keep darn-nigh indefinitely. Particularly if we're talking two-way humidification pouches. If they've been enclosed with an old-fashioned moisture pillow, they are potentially now over-humidified. Your course of action then is to dry-box in quarantine and to wait for mold.

I digress.

Now we get into the longer stretches of neglect which do indeed dry cigars out to the point of intervention. Weeks and months. Start thinking in terms of pouring a few shots out of a whisky bottle and pouring water back in to replace it back to level. Cigars have oils, and those oils cannot be replaced. Within this time-frame you begin to deplete said oils. You'll be running the risk of saving your smoke BUT AT WHAT COST? Flavor, that's the cost. The only way to know though is to know. So give it a go, yo.

Giving it a go requires time. How much time? No way to tell, check in on your cigars. Give them a pinch, and see if they're coming around. Buy a doohickey gadget reader. Don't do anything for at least a week or two. This whole thing could take months. Just put them in your humidor--that's it. Do not attempt to over-humidify and swing the pendulum the other way. Store them properly like you should have (if this mess is your fault) in the first place. Rotate them every week or two if you get bored.

Careful though, dry cigars must be Italian. (They're fragil-ee).

Occasionally, I'll see someone asking about cigars left-out over longer amounts of time--periods of years even. Abandoned humidors. Those are toast, friend. Crumbs to be more precise. They can be kept as mementos or conversation pieces. "I keep these destroyed cigars to never forget the time I screwed the pooch. Wanna hear all about it?" Look, like with any other thing, this is a decision to make. Is it worth doing? I can't answer that for you. I would say to think about the initial cost and current humidor space.

I'd also say finally, and as a clear reminder to not get too wrapped up in thinking that once brought back they'll taste and maybe even smoke all that wow or as you remember. If they do, then you'll be pleasantly surprised, and should be.

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Monday, August 1, 2022

Los Statos Deluxe (Forged Cigar Co.) in Review

Los Statos Deluxe (Forged Cigar Co.) in Review

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

FORMAT: Robusto
ORIGIN: Honduras (HATSA)
INTENSITY: Med. Full/Full

NOTES:
Leathery earth | Dark chocolate | Coffee

Big. Rich and smooth. Much more an overall feel, than laser-focused taste. Good look-sees at velvety dark chocolate and black pepper. Soft, jacket sort of leather. Maybe an expensive purse, loaded with a brick and taken to the wrestling matches by an old lady, with which to beat on the bad guys. Wet cedar, oily-so. Heavy on heavy composted earth. Warm round notes but lacking in delineation. Loads of mullet'd character.

Second-third intros a pot of coffee left out on a diner table so that the waitress can duck out and smoke a cig instead of standing by to refill. Calls you "Hon." This thing is a mood, as the kids say. A vibe, a sating as heck one. Gives the sense of having a comfortably full belly. Back-end shows spots of ripe purple fruits, figs, mulling spice. Something like roasted orange on the long ass finish of mainly mocha. Much depth.

Smokes damp. Burn-line is an issue almost out of the gate and needs interventions all the way to the wire. Ash is fugly. Draw prefers double-puffs but doesn't over-heat. Never gets scorchy or brash on the palate. Cushy af. Smoke out-put is -moderate+ leaving a nice sweet leathery room-note. Assemblage is fine. Bull in a china shop? Well, a calm bull in a truck plaza, wandering from the buffet to the gift shop in a muscle T.

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

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

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