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  1. TLU Oct 2020 Trinidad Media Lunas, after two months of rest, have started tasting like either movie popcorn or, at the very least, the fake butter from movie popcorn. Not sure if I enjoy it, as I am not a fan of either. But I haven't encountered it until now. Quite interesting. Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  2. It has been a while fine gents, hope all is well, work has kept me away from this forum for a while now. As I was reading your reviews, and a member's critique of them, I stumbled upon someone who said they didn't write reviews because they lacked the adjectives for describing the flavours they encountered. This remark prompted the rememberence of a time when I, as I'm sure most of you, were too at a loss for words regarding your smoke, that is, the first time you smoked a cigar. I had always loved the smell of tobacco, my father was and is a cigarette smoker, and a friend of my mothers would always smoke Cuban cigars for the time I've known her. I was always drawn to it. I remember my first time well, I must have been 11 or 12, and it was the year after my father went to Cuba, and he had certain tubos on display in various corners of our house or his office. Two cigars remain in memory, a Partagas Serie P no.2 and a simple Romeo y Julieta No.1. The smell was of course intoxicating, even though he didn't humidify them. It was actually even more intense. Of course, I didn't have the gall to smoke those cigars, my father being a rare cigar smoker and 1 pack a day cigarette smoker, they were clearly off limits. But when the question of his birthday present came up that year, I walked into a local cigar shop, with total insouciance and although the woman that worked there questioned my age, it was tacitly understood that she wanted to make sale, and I wanted a cigar, so any excuse would do. I just told her my father had sent me to buy him a Cohiba Robusto, and the aformentioned pyramide. The fact that I knew the types and vitolas impressed her, so she ended up giving me a discount. After my triumphant purchase there was only one problem, I couldn't smoke the cigar at home. But thankfully, this was back in the days when you could smoke anywhere, so after school one day I just went to a local café, bought myself an Oolong tea and just went for it. Nobody asked any questions. I remember how strong it smelled, I haven't really come upon that smell since then, I think it was from too much humidity. I lit it with some matches that just so happened to be on every table in that café. It tasted spicy and wonderful. It was actually the fullfilment of my expectation. Writing this I realize it was actually one of those moments of passage, from one age to another. I hadn't really considered it until now. I generally don't dwell on the past with much nostalgia, my life has been great, but longing for a time when nothing had come to fruition and all is potential is a human tendency. I don't wish that life, thus far, had gone different, but the anguish of time passing, does hit hard. Or at least the worry that all your time shall end and you'll never have accomplished anything, or at least had stopped to enjoy it. "It will all be over soon" seems to whisper in my mind. But it's just empty angst, I'm not worried. "What thou lovest well shall not be reft from thee, the rest is dross". After about half I was a bit dizzy, but nothing too bad. I think I put the rest in the tubo, and smoked it later. It was another two or three after that years when I smoked another cigar, and started smoking a cigar week. So, how old were you when you first smoked a cigar? What was it like? What got you into it? And what cigar was it? Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  3. My deepest condolences, losing a loved one can be tough, during the holidays even more so. May he rest in peace. Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  4. A hundred percent with you, just making an observation, as I have mentioned before I come from an ex-Communist state, and I am a writer, and simply seeing what it did to the intellectual class who didn't flee my country turns my stomach, so I am completely against anything of the sort. It seems like one of those Marxist narratives, like when you talk to a Marxist and point out the atrocities committed by these regimes and their first reaction is "That is not Marxism". Which means two things: firstly, as Jordan Peterson put it, it is an incredibly egotistical response, by which the person pretty much claims that if they had a crack at it they could actually bring out peace and equality, and lack of poverty etc. And secondly, my own idea, my own revelation on the subject, that leftism lacks a real definition, that is constantly moving, and that as soon as something is put into practice it is no longer leftist or Marxist. Because it is a utopia. These people are people on the fringe of society, that wish they were in the center. And it is also why they are so attached to these terms, because it is a fantasy. "The world is unjust and terrible, but we are wonderful and smart, the world has to change, not us." First of all, who the hell do you think you are to change the world if you can't even change yourself. Maybe the world is as good as it can be at this moment. Maybe if you killed Hitler before he was in power someone else more qualified, more zelous would have came into that climate. Secondly, it is not like these things really ever worked. If only you could commit atrocities, a sacrifice, from which you could achieve the change you desire. But if you want it, and especially if the people don't, you are just going against the idea of freedom, which really is the most important thing there is.
  5. First entry: "Made from real tobacco, grown by real farmers, placed in a real wooden box from which I will be staring at you... Wait a second, am I in a real coffin? Am I dead? Do I even exist? What is real? " Second entry: "Shoot, coward! You are only going to kill a man!" Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  6. And it is important to note that generally when the cult of personality starts happening, the leader would lose their mind, and start having an inflated sense of ego and heightened paranoia. Generally it is also when the leader loses his touch on reality and his relationship to the people. That is also when he starts being surrounded by yes men, who only blind his perception. Lenin was pretty much the only one of the original Soviet Marxists who was against the cult of personality. Trotsky as well if I remember, but he never got a taste of power, did he? Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  7. Now, I come from a former communist state, so I am completely against it, and everytime I hear neo-Marxists chanting for it I feel like my head's about to burst, only people from countries which were never communist, France, Britain, America etc could ask for it. But I would except from this repulsion two countries: Cuba and the former Iugoslavia. Cuba was pretty much an American colony, with the mob having plenty of business in Havana, before Fidel came, so it is not like it was better before. And Iugoslavia was the only country in the East European Communist Block in which the citizens actually loved their leader, Tito. As soon as he died, it seems as though the West needed to make an anti communist example of the successful regime, and the war broke out. Tito was the only one that was able to hold all those ethnicities and religions together. As soon as he was gone all hell broke loose. Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  8. When good, when bought from Cuba or from our host they are one of my favourite cigars, really fruity, citrusy, nutty, floral and almondy. Just wonderful. The Demi Tasse are also more of the same, but more intense and with an extra perfume aroma and coffee flavour. One of my favourite marcas. In my experience they are much fruitier when you go for a lighter, rosado wrapper then when you go witha darker one. The darker wrapper seems to be harsher in my opinion and less fruity... But one should take that with a grain of salt, your mileage may vary. Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  9. As many of you have heard, the founding member of Fleetwood Mac, former Bluesbreaker, guitar god Peter Green has passed away. I am truly heartbroken over it, as I have been in love with his tone ever since I was around 4 years old and my father would play "Need Your Love So Bad" in the car. He is one of the reasons I started playing guitar and also why I have the very guitar I have (Corsa Manalishi, which is based on his Les Paul). For those who are unfamiliar with his music I will leave some songs below. To me he is quite possibly the greatest of the British Invasion guitarists, especially from a blues standpoint (the others' being Clapton, Page, Beck, Rory Gallagher). But he wasn't solely a blues guitarist. He was also a masterful songwriter with a beautiful voice. Hopefully he is finally at peace, given his struggles with drug-induced psychosis, turned into full-blown schizophrenia after a couple of rounds of electroconvulsive shock therapy. From his stint with John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers(replacing Clapton "God", only to be nicknamed "The Green God") : Blues with Fleetwood Mac: Need Your Love so Bad, a cover of Little Willie John Two versions of Love that Burns Live and Studio versions of Worried Dream A very simple, yet flawless song Some songs of different genres while still in Fleetwood Mac: Coming your Way( the solo is by Danny Kirwan, though, another departed master) Oh Well, Part 1 Oh Well, Part 2 has a western Spanish guitar feel The Green Manalishi, later covered by Judas Priest The Original Black Magic Woman, later covered by Santana One of the most beautiful songs out there, which Peter claimed was most about himself The famous Albatross: Solo carrer, the first four songs being off his album The End of the Game, are very experimental Bottoms Up Timeless Time, is just incredible The End of The Game, the most intense, the culmination of the album Heavy Heart Fool No More I apologise for being overzelous, it has taken me more than 2 hours to write this whole post, it is 3 o'clock in the morning here, but my love for this man just demands this level of detail... He has also recorded with the Peter Green Splinter Group, and has had other famous solo tracks such as Slabo Day or Apostle, but these remain my favourites. Everything, aside from the last song, was recorded in a period that spanned only 4-5 years. Who knows what else he might have recorded had he not awakened his schizophrenia with LSD... But that is not important now, we cherish what remains. May he rest in peace. Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  10. Working out of the kitchen of the apartment above the garage... Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  11. I have been working for 3 years on an existentialist, onirical and mystical novel. It has been very intense, but aside from the beginning which has to be completly rewritten( about 25 pages ) it should be done in about 2-3 months. Then it is off to translating it and hopefully publishing it first in France, then Britain, and we will see... Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  12. Hope all is well with you fine gentlemen, especially during these troubling times, it has been a while. I am fine spirits, I finally quit my job to focus full time on my writing, and I am celebrating it by smoking an El Rey del Mundo Choix Supreme and drinking a microlot Gesha coffee from Panama which tastes like wild strawberries and bitter cherry jam. Absolutely delightful. Here's hoping it works out... Sent from my SM-G975F using Tapatalk
  13. I got Leland Palmer... Quite fittingly... Sent from my Nokia 8.1 using Tapatalk
  14. Can anyone tell me what factories are GOM and MSA? Sent from my Nokia 8.1 using Tapatalk
  15. I freeze both separately, then leave them out in the humidor for about a month outside the box, while I also keep the box in the humidor, so that they don't dry out, then I put them back in. For some reason to leaving them separate for a while to sort of air out makes them taste better... Could be just a weird OCD tick, but I do enjoy them more. They seem less harsh. Glad to hear it, here's hoping... Sent from my Nokia 8.1 using Tapatalk

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