Had a 9 year old Opus X robusto for breakfast...was ok. I find Opus X to be a little on the mild side. Enjoying a Ramon Allones Specially Selected right now. They just never dissapoint.
Im new to this so bare with me, how long do you smoke a cigar? With no filter do you smoke it all the way, or do you stop with a inch or so left.
All depends on how much you paid for the cigar. Cheapy you throw away with one inch left. Expensive, I suck back on that Cuban till my fingers burn and my lips are on fire.
smoked 2 partagas lucys last night, and when i had 2 or 3 inches left of the 2nd one, I just tossed it away. I think I would have passed out if I kept going because they are so strong.
I'm the same way. If it's an exceptional cigar I'll smoke it down till it looks like my chewing tobacco caught fire.
Hello Gang, Not a regular cigar smoker, but I truly enjoy a Monte Cristo, when my relatives from Canada, bring me one, when they visit me. My Sister, was at the Paris Airport, during the Holidays, and she brought me 3 Pleades Cigars that cost 15 Euros. Made in the Dominican Republic. I haven't smoked one yet, but I hope they will be good and enjoy them. Ciao...Paolo
Heh...you sound like a man WITHOUT a plan. Lung cancer is a non-issue for me. 1. I'm overwieght. No, I'm not so fat that when I'm upset little kids cry and point wimpering, "m-m-mommy, isn't he supposed to be jolly?" but I'm a little hefty for my size. Gravity is taking it's toll. I used to be 6'1" 230lbs and still had a 32 inch waist. Now I'm 220lbs and my waist is...well, let's just say it's closing in on my coat size. 2. I eat a carefully regulated diet of high-fat, ultra flavorful foods so rich and toothsome that simply passing my table causes most vegans to break into a clamy sweat and begin dry-heaving. I also drink prodigious amounts of alcohol, not for any heart-health related benefits, but rather because I enjoy the drunken excess. 3. I smoke like an industrial period factory. Now stop it! I know what you're saying to yourself. I can hear you now, "I can't believe he's making reference to those old factories where workers were injured and eight year olds were being forced to work 12 hour shifts! The horror!". Yep, it does weigh on my mind that the cigar I'm smoking now was rolled from hand picked tobacco by children in the fields...but you see, it's just so damn tasty I don't care. In the case of the beautiful tobacco product in my presence now, the end does indeed justify the means. Same story for the shirt I'm wearing...I'm sure it comes from some textile/slave mill in the Far East where children are toiling as we speak, but then again, it's awfully soft and I rather fancy the price. Makes one wonder if children were the first American workers displaced by overseas competition? A layman would look at these things and say, "he doesn't know what he's doing to himself!". But that's where he would be wrong. You see, it's just like vocabulary. I have a decent vocabulary, but I prefer to swear, it just suits me. Further, it's the careful combination of these things that reveal themselves to the true believer. I call it the smoker's trifecta. You see, any one of these things by themselves if practiced with regularity will result in a gruesome finish for all(ever listened to someone dying from emphysema? In particular the gasping for air and straining against fluid filled lungs?) But with the smoker's trifecta you're hedging your bets. It's the best of both worlds. Do you really want to grow old and die withered up and lonely, dreaming of your ambulatory days only to moments later strive to remember what the hell your addled old mind was dreaming about? With the smoker's trifecta you reduce your odds of that. While giving a nod to the careful combination of the three most can successfully enjoy lifes decadent pleasures and still cross the line with a fast-finishing, no-lingering massive coronary event. So yeah, ya can have yer cake and eat it too. ;-)
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like dirty tricks cos if you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man whos strong The things shell do to turn me on I love the babes, dont get we wrong Hey, thats why I wrote this song I dont care if my liver is hanging by a thread Dont care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car wont climb this hill Ill write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel