July 31st, 2006


Cigar Talk

Woefully low on cigars. Just took stock.

Here's what I have left:


6 x Partagas Series D Number 4 (courtesy celtmanx)
1 x Bolvar (6 x 40)
1 x Cohiba (5 x 36)
1 x Montecristo (5 x 36)
1 x Handmade Cuban (7 x 42) (courtesy somebritinmass)
2 x H. Upman Tubos
1 x Punch Tubo (courtesy somebritinmass)
4 x Montecristo Mini's (courtesy somebritinmass)
6 x Romeo y Julieta Mini's


2 x Acid Extraordinary Larry
2 x La Gloria Cubana
1 x Auturo Fuente Special
1 x Thompson Empresario
1 x H. Upman 1844
1 x Las Cabrillas
1 x Rocky Patel
1 x Saint Luis Rey
1 x Bucanero
1 x CAO Mx2
1 x Cusano Corojo
1 x Cohiba (Dominican)
3 x Sam's Club Special (8 x 52)
9 x Thompson Dominican
11 x Thompson Honduran

I'm at the point where I turned over my newest humidor to my wife for her use now that I've retrieved mine from the tender loving care of celtmanx who was watching out for my best interests during my period of transistion to STL - thanks dude. Of course we all know how it feels to have a mostly empty humidor. *sigh* Now it's time to go shopping. I moved a dozen or so of my wife's cigars into her box (plus a few of my cubans if you must know the truth - she cheated by trading sexual favors for them). For her, I'm ordering 50 honey Flor De Filipinas and for myself, 50 Paso Doble Lonsdale size, a cigar travel pack (for D.C. in October) and some humidor solution. photogoot; if I encase a couple of cubans in a tied-balloon and carry them rectally to D.C. for our smoking pleasure, which ones above interest you? (As a gentle reminder, I didn't let you have my Montecristo three years ago, and you still can't have it!) My wife also wants another humidor - this one:

But I just don't see it the cards, especially since I just gave her my barrell humidor. How many do we need? She thinks this one looks nice.


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  • Current Music
    Linda Ronstadt & Ann Savoy: Adieu False Heart

Around the Corner

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;

Yet days go by, and weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year is gone,
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.

He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine. We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men:
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim,
Just to show I am thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes - and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner! - yet miles away...
"Here's the telegram, Sir...
'Jim died today'."

And that's what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

--Henson Towne