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My 12 Days of Christmas: Unwrapping the Humidor & a Conclusion.

2011-12-29T00:10:00.000-06:00

Six Geese through Twelve Drummers...

I come to you, my readers, bearing gifts. Twelve days of gifts to be exact. From now until Christmas, I'll be giving 12 reviews of cigars that have been in my humidor for various amounts of time. Nothing beats the gift of one's own humidor and the treasures that lay within. So, here we go.

Previous post(s):
A Partridge in a Pear Tree - 1961 Frank Llaneza
Two Turtle Doves - Jaime Garcia Reserva Especial
Three French Hens- Ashton VSG Wizard
Four Calling Birds- Alec Bradley Black Market torpedo
Five Golden Rings- Drew Estate Liga Privada L40

On the remaining days of Christmas, my humidor gave to me...

Six Geese-a-Laying...
A La Flor Dominicana Colorado Oscuro robusto
Wrapper: Ecuadoran Ligero Sumatra
Binder: Dominican Sumatra
Filler: Dominican & Nicaraguan
Time in my humidor: 5 months

You all know I couldn't do 12 days of cigars without a LFD, right? This cigar is one of five that I purchased the day it landed at Town & Country Cigars in Euless, Texas. The beautiful appearance and construction of this cigar begs to be smoked. Lush oils cover this cigar right off the shelf, age only amplifies the richness. This cigar is medium in body and strength, with a complex array of flavors on the palate ranging from dark fruit & orange peel to cedar & white pepper. Total Rating: 9.4

Seven Swans-a-Swimming...
A Carlos Torano Vault Liga torpedo
Wrapper: Nicaraguan Shade Grown Habano
Binder: Nicaraguan Omentepe
Filler: Nicaraguan & Dominican
Time in my humidor: 2 months

This was another Town & Country purchase as soon as it was available after the 2011 IPCPR. This smoke was an incredible surprise, that definitely exceeded my expectations. The concept behind this cigar is what intrigues me most. The foundation of this cigar was developed in 2000, but apparently there was a missing link. Enter the Nicaraguan Omentepe leaf. Eureka! The Vault is born and a fantastic, rich bodied smoke with great flavor. The palate is savory and the burn is immaculate. Total Rating: 9.1

Eight Maids-a-Milking...
An Arturo Fuente King B
Wrapper: Ecuadorian Sungrown Rosado
Binder: Dominican
Filler: Dominican
Time in my humidor: 3 years 6 months

An instant classic as soon as it hit retailers in 2005, the Fuente King B is a great cigar that ages extremely well. I kept the cedar roll around this stick for the past few years and had at the very bottom of one of my humidors. The pre-light bouquet was enough to entice me to smoke this cigar. The burn was a little off, but the mild flavor was dead on with a nice, long peppery finish. Total Rating: 8.8

Nine Ladies Dancing
A 262 Ideology Churchill
Wrapper: Nicaraguan Habano Rosado
Binder: Nicaraguan Jalapa
Filler: Nicaraguan Ligero, Mexican Ligero (San Andreas), Dominican Republic Viso (Piloto Cubano)
Time in my humidor: 8 months
You know Clint Aaron and the guys over at 262 are some of my favorite people. I've been waiting for this smoke for a long time. This was gifted to me by Clint and I've been holding onto it for a while. I've had several Ideology cigars before, but never with much age on them. I'd really like to see how years can affect this smoke. The construction, draw, and burn are terrific and the flavors compliment the espresso that accompanied it. The finish was nice and long with the beautiful bouquet lingering for a good amount of time. Total Rating: 9.2

10 Lords-a-Leaping
A Camacho Triple Maduro toro
Wrapper: Jamastran Honduran
Binder: 3 Unknown Maduro leaves
Filler: Jamastran Honduran
Time in my humidor: 1 year 3 months

What a gorgeous cigar to look at! This beaut is very dark with excellent construction and almost no visible veins. The wrapper is quite meaty, with a fantastic sweet & peppery bouquet and palate. The smoke was plentiful and the draw was a little tight, but it wasn't a total turn off. The cigar ages great, and I think another year would do some wonders. Grab it, hold onto it, and then...smoke it! Total Rating: 9.2

11 Pipers Piping...
A Kristoff Sumatra toro
Wrapper: Ecuadorian Sumatra
Binder: Brazilian
Filler: Cuban Seed Dominican, Cuban Seed Nicaraguan
Time in my humidor: 7 months

Glenn Case and his Kristoff cigars are climbing toward the top of my list for a Go-to Smoke. This cigar is very unique with a hearty foundation of oak and smoked mesquite. Sounds like BBQ, right? Well, the complex flavors that follow and build throw that idea out of the window. Floral notes in the bouquet and sweet cinnamon & cardamon through the core, make this a very different smoke. The rustic feel and appearance takes this cigar to a classic-style level. Total Rating: 9.0

12 Drummers Drumming...
A Paul Garmirian Artisan's Passion super robusto
Wrapper: Dominican
Binder: Dominican
Filler: Dominican
Time in my humidor: 2 months

It's Paul Garmirian. Period. Ok, I should probably give you a little more than that, but its pretty self-explanatory. The nose and bouquet from the smoke is an unbelievable mixture of pepper, dark fruit, almond, and light citrus. The construction was flawless, but the draw left a little to be desired. I can't wait to see what more age will do to this smoke. Total Rating: 9.0

Well, there it is folks. 12 Days of Cigars to conclude the 2011 Holiday Season. So, to all my readers Happy Holidays, Season's Greetings and have an amazing 2012! Remember, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best!

Regards,
Bear

My 12 Days of Christmas: Unwrapping the Humidor.

2011-12-22T01:17:00.000-06:00

Previous post(s):

A Partridge in a Pear Tree - 1961 Frank Llaneza

Two Turtle Doves - Jaime Garcia Reserva Especial

Three French Hens- Ashton VSG Wizard

Four Calling Birds- Alec Bradley Black Market torpedo

On the fifth day of Christmas, my humidor gave to me...

A Liga Privada Ünico Serie L40
Wrapper: Connecticut Sungrown Habano
Binder: Brazilian Mata Fina
Filler: Honduran & Nicaraguan
Time in my humidor: 2 HOURS

Acid, Ambrosia, Chateau Real, & Tabak Especial are just some of Drew Estate's renowned brands and lines of cigars. The company's founder and co-owner, Jonathan Drew has built his cigar brand from a small 8 person operation into an industry leader.

For most cigar amateurs and beginners, they miss out on Drew Estate's best creation: The Liga Privada Serie. The Liga Privada line is not only one of the industry's finest and sought after products, but also very rare and in only limited retail locations.

The L40 is just as coveted and just as hard to find. You read that right, this one only stayed in my humidor for 2 hours. Frankly, I shouldn't have even bothered messing with the humidification of my humidor by opening it up. The temptation was too great. And while "aging" this particular Liga Privada vitola did nothing for the cigar, I am certainly excited about the second one I bought and am hoping to let it go until next Christmas.

The construction of the cigar is impeccable, with no visible veins or tooth to the texture of wrapper. There is mildly , oily sheen with rich earth & coffee notes on the palate of the dry draw.

The cigar lights perfectly and burns with nearly flawless effort. The draw had a little tightness to it, which is indicative of many Drew Estate cigars, especially Liga Privadas. However, while draw was not extremely loose, it was still enjoyable the smoke was abundant. Okay, abundant smoke is a major, minor understatement. When this stick was resting in had more smoke billowing out of it than most of the cigars when I'm puffing on them!

It is so rare to find a smoke that I regard as nearly flawless. For that matter, I try not throwing that word, flawless, in reference to cigars. I believe there is always room for growth and the journey in seeking out the perfect smoke is an adventure I hope that never ends.

Drew and Co., really came into their own and with their new mantra of "Re-birth of the Cigar", the Liga Privada line has given birth to another crowned jewel in the Drew Estate family....the Undercrown. More on that later (*wink).

Back to the L40, the flavor from first light, through the prime core, and to the very nub was consistent, smooth, and chalk full of excellent, rich flavor.

As my palate experienced savory flavors of earth & espresso to rich dark fruits & chocolate and finished off with a nice smooth dash of white pepper & nutmeg it becomes very clear to me to invest more time in this type of cigar. The lancero and panatela vitolas are by far some of the most flavorful, well constructed cigars I've smoked.

My Ratings:

Appearance - 10
Pre-light taste- 9
Construction - 10
Draw - 9
Burn - 10

Aroma - 10

Flavor - 10

Balance - 10

Finish- 9

Total Rating: 9.6

Dear Jonathan Drew,

Although we've haven't always seen eye to eye on your cigars, let me take the liberty of paying you a great compliment. I admit it is very audacious of me to presume that you care or word of this will ever reach you, for what it is worth, The Liga Privada L40 is the highest rated cigar to be seen on this blog.

Take it from me, audacious or not, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best!

Regards,

Bear

My 12 Days of Christmas: Unwrapping the Humidor.

2011-12-19T07:55:00.000-06:00

...Four Calling Birds

Previous post(s):

A Partridge in a Pear Tree - 1961 Frank Llaneza
Two Turtle Doves - Jaime Garcia Reserva Especial
Three French Hens- Ashton VSG Wizard

On the fourth day of Christmas, my humidor gave to me...

An Alec Bradley Black Market torpedo

Wrapper: Nicaraguan Maduro

Binder: Sumatran

Filler: Panamanian & Honduran

Time in my humidor: 3 months

Alec Bradley was a cigar brand founded in 1996 by Alan Rubin, who recently sold his family import business. Rubin named the cigar company after his two sons and partnered with Ralph Montero, who is now his Executive Vice President. He sought the advice and guidance of renowned Henke Kelner, and the brand started to come into its own.

While the company had some early success with the Occidental Reserve and the Maxx, it really caught every aficionado's attention with the herald Tempus line. Since 2007, Rubin and his crew have cranked out 90-rated smokes like clockwork. The Tempus is in good company with Maxx Connecticut, Select Cabinet Reserve, & Prensado.

Rubin's newest creation, Black Market, debuted at this year's IPCPR trade show in Las Vegas and has been on the shelves since early September. I grabbed a few of them right off the bat and the torpedo, is actually only the second one I have smoked.

Leathery! Leathery! Leathery! This may become the new HO! HO! HO! A dominant leather flavor hits me on the dry draw and the foot has a strong note of pepper. This cigar is rich with oils and I am very excited to see what extensive age will do to this smoke.
The ash held well on this smoke, finally falling off in the middle of the smoke. The first third of the cigar, while dominated by leathery flavor, does have notes of chocolate, pepper, earth, and clove. The smoke is cool and delivers a strong, yet wonderful smelling bouquet.

The cigar lasted me about an hour and a half that never had to be re-lighted or became bitter at all. The finish was strong and stayed for quite a while.

I paired this particular cigar with rum and I feel that a complimentary beverage, rather than contrast, would serve this cigar best. I have a Real Ale coffee porter in my fridge right now that I think would go perfectly with the Black Market.

My Ratings:

Appearance - 10
Pre-light taste- 9
Construction - 10
Draw - 8
Burn - 8
Aroma - 10
Flavor - 9
Balance - 9
Finish- 9

Total Rating: 9.1

Rubin's story and journey into the cigar world is one of tremendous success. His cigar creations and blends are some of the most talked about in the industry. He doesn't have a name like Oliva, Garcia, or Padron - but his passion and drive have jolted him toward the upper echelon of the industry.

4 down...8 to go. There's nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,
Bear

My 12 Days of Christmas: Unwrapping the Humidor.

2011-12-15T21:39:00.000-06:00

...Three French Hens

I come to you, my readers, bearing gifts. Twelve days of gifts to be exact. From now until Christmas, I'll be giving 12 reviews of cigars that have been in my humidor for various amounts of time. Nothing beats the gift of one's own humidor and the treasures that lay within. So, here we go.

Previous post(s):
A Partridge in a Pear Tree - 1961 Frank Llaneza
Two Turtle Doves - Jaime Garcia Reserva Especial

On the third day of Christmas, my humidor gave to me...

An Ashton VSG Wizard

Wrapper: Ecuadorian Sumatran

Binder: Dominican
Filler: Dominican
Time in my humidor: 1 year 3 months

In 1985, Philadelphia native, Robert Levin launched a brand that many consider second to only Davidoff when it comes to non-Cubans. The Virgin Sun Grown line (VSG) debuted in 1999 as Levin called upon his friend, Carlos Fuente, Jr. of Arturo Fuente to help develop what would become one the highest award winning cigar lines in the industry.

In 2006, the Wizard was created. It is the only puro in the VSG line that is not box pressed and the Ecuadorian Sumatran wrapper hails specifically from the Oliva family factory.

The pre-light smell and draw are not as rich as other VSG vitolas, but with the time spent in my humidor, there is a much more pronounced sheen and oiliness to the exterior. Mild cedar, earth, and nutmeg dominate the dry flavor.

Upon lighting the cigar, I botched the job slightly as I was driving down the road away from my day job. But the welcomed smoke was a comfort to my palate. The first third of the cigar is heavy in earth, cedar and oak flavors. The bouquet is sweet with dark fruit & roasted nuts.

The middle of the cigar takes a notable and complex turn. Pronounced cocoa and nutmeg flavors comes through against the heavy wood taste.

The finish is very smooth, with a dominate earthiness that lingers on the palate for just the right amount of time. If I wasn't driving at the time, I would have loved to enjoy this cigar with a nice cognac or port. The sweeter liquors offer a nice contrast from the robust earth and wood dominated smoke.

My Ratings:
Appearance - 9
Pre-light taste- 9
Construction - 10
Draw - 9
Burn - 9
Aroma - 10
Flavor - 10
Balance - 9
Finish- 9

Total Rating: 9.3

As a second generation tobacconist, Levin has pursued perfection with every turn his company has taken. The VSG and , in particular, the Wizard are no different are a prize that every humidor should don.

Levin, Fuente and I know it, as should you: There is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,
Bear

My 12 Days of Christmas: Unwrapping the Humidor.

2011-12-12T23:13:00.002-06:00

...Two Turtle Doves

A Jaime Garcia Reserva Especial Toro

Wrapper: Connecticut Broadleaf maduro
Binder: Ecuadorian
Filler: Nicaraguan
Time in my humidor: 10 months

Don Pepin Garcia may be the legendary cigar blender, but it doesn't take a genius to see that Jaime (his son) isn't too far behind. Hailing from the My Father cigar factory in Nicaragua, the Jaime Gacria Reserva Especial line burst onto the industry scene in the summer of 2010.

This 54x6 cigar brings complex flavors and nuances to an aficionado's palate. The cellophane wrapper is cloudy with oily residue from the excellently constructed maduro wrapper. The dry draw is filled with pepper and savory earthy flavors.

Upon lighting the cigar the bouquet is filled woody and peppery notes with bountiful smoke on the palate. I remember when I first tried this cigar over a year ago, there was a pronounced acidity that lingered throughout the core of the stogie. However, with age, it seems to have subsided. Instead, a rich, medium bodied sweetness begins to come to the forefront to compliment the spice.

The finish is short, yet perfect for the early evening when I chose to enjoy this. I chose to pair this cigar with a 25th anniversary holiday seasonal beer from The Pyramid Breweries, called Snowcap. The beer's roasted caramel malts and full-bodied taste complimented the Jaime Garcia's exquisite flavor and richness.

My Ratings:
Appearance - 10
Pre-light taste- 9
Construction - 9
Draw - 9
Burn - 8
Aroma - 10
Flavor - 10
Balance - 9
Finish- 8

Total Rating: 9.1

Take it from Jaime, the best gift is a shared passion and honoring those you love. And take it from the whole Garcia family, There is Nothing Wrong with Knowing You Are the Best.

Two down....ten to go.

Regards,
Bear

My 12 Days of Christmas: Unwrapping the Humidor.

2011-12-11T22:26:00.000-06:00

... a Partridge in a Pear Tree

A Frank Llaneza 1961 Cuban Corona

Wrapper: 1998 Ecuadorian Criollo

Binder: Nicaraguan

Filler: Nicaraguan & Dominican
Time in my humidor: 8 months

Frank Llaneza may have been born into the cigar industry, but he became a legend as he dedicated his entire adult life to art of cigar making. He turned Villazon & Co. into an industry power and helped develop well-known labels of Punch and Hoyo de Monterrey after the Cuban Embargo.

On March 18, 2010, he died two weeks after his 90th birthday. One of his final, of many, contributions to the world of cigars was a cigar that bears his name.

The Frank Llanzea 1961 line from Altadis, U.S.A., hailed from Nicaragua, was introduced at the IPCPR trade show in 2009.

When I first acquired a box of the Cuban Coronas I had various issues with draw, burn, and an overwhelming meaty flavor. As I let the cigars age and rest in my humidor, over time, they have become much better. I now have four left.

After almost a year, the toothy wrapper has some present oils that permeate with creamy and coffee flavors on the palate of the dry draw.

A smooth, medium bodied nutty and creamy smoke comes through upon first light through the first quarter. The ash is light gray and sandy, and the cigars builds with impeccable consistency. A peppery note starts to form as the cigars works into a fuller bodied stick.

The rich oils are quite impressive and remain constant as the cigar finishes. The finish is quite smooth, long and peppery. I can't wait to see what the remaining sticks will do and taste like over the next months and years.

My Ratings:

Appearance - 7

Pre-light taste- 9

Construction - 10

Draw - 8

Burn - 8

Aroma - 9

Flavor - 9

Balance - 10

Finish- 9

Total Rating: 87.8

Here's to Frank and his wonderful story, his amazing contribution, and his great cigars.

One down. Eleven to go. Just think of Frank Llaneza, There's nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

Puffing in the 2011 Playoffs—Where to Smoke A Cigar in Baseball’s Postseason | Where to Smoke | Cigar Aficionado

2011-09-30T21:55:00.000-05:00

Puffing in the 2011 Playoffs—Where to Smoke A Cigar in Baseball’s Postseason Where to Smoke Cigar Aficionado

Serious Commitment for Life's Simple Pleasures

2011-09-25T18:54:00.000-05:00

"When I puff for pleasure, I'm not smoking a cigar because my body says I have to, I'm smoking a cigar because I want to." ~ David Savona, Senior Editor, Cigar Aficionado Magazine

I recently witnessed a scene at the local corner store. I began to walk toward the checkout with the items that I intended to purchase, and a disheveled, hurried woman burst into the store and rushed in front of me. She wasn't rude, per say, but she definitely drew attention to herself. She ordered and paid for a pack of cigarettes. As my turn came to pay, I turned as the woman rushed outside as quickly as she came in. As I walked out of the store it was just in time to see this lady exhale a cirrus cloud of cigarette smoke with much anticipated relief coming across her face.

I have no cause or justification to judge this lady, but as I have often exclaimed, I find it hard to believe that my passion for cigars has somehow lumped me into the same group as the woman I just described.

Savona's quote gave me pause, as wise proclamations often do. It also reminded me of a recent blog entry I read by a fellow aficionado, Nada (aka "CigarGirlFL"). As much as well-made cigars speak for themselves in quality and enjoyment, almost as important is the environment in which they are smoked.

Subtle nuances and the perfect stage can make a terrible cigar tolerable, a bad cigar not bad, a good cigar great, and an amazing cigar legendary.

No need to break the rules or feel rushed, find
your safe haven and enjoy a great cigar with
some freinds.

While I agree that there is room for argument in the smoking debate and the comparison between cigarettes and cigars I do agree with Savona and Nada.

Cigars may have the chemical make-up, as many things do, to support an addiction, but cigars are NOT addictive.

Pretty bold statement, huh?

Not really, if you consider as I do. While I freely admit to having moments where I have declared verbally or consciously, "I could really use a cigar." That moment is very rarely, if ever, followed by my speeding off to have a cigar. I don't take cigar breaks at work, nor would I want to. Few things irk me worse than rushing a cigar and/or being forced to finish quickly. Most cigar smokers I know behave and believe similarly.

Don't rush the moment. Savor every second. Drink in each nuance. Smoke on my friends and enjoy it because you want to, not because you have to. After all, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,
Bear

p.s. enjoy Savona's entry and blog, here.
p.s.s. enjoy CigarGirlFL's world, here.

Special My Father Cigar Commemorates Fallen 9/11 Firefighters | News & Features | Cigar Aficionado

2011-09-25T15:52:00.000-05:00

Special My Father Cigar Commemorates Fallen 9/11 Firefighters News & Features Cigar Aficionado

American Pride: My Thoughts on September Eleventh

2011-09-11T20:52:00.000-05:00

"A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle and patriotism is loyalty to that principle." -George William Curtis

It's true. I admit it. I love my country.

Today, you will hear this a lot. Men and women from famous celebrities to our next door neighbor will be shouting praise to our country, its troops, and doting paraphernalia that would make one think it is still early July rather than early September.

Ten years ago today, I watched the single most important historical date of my generation come and go as our nation watched in terror. Nineteen cowards, proclaiming a higher calling, boarded four airplanes that morning intending to destroy a nation's hope and will. They failed.

Yes, you heard me. They failed. While the terrorists did,in fact, destroy the World Trade Center, part of the Pentagon and kill thousands of American citizens, their ultimate goal of spitting in the face our country and disrupting our way of life, was met with utter failure.

America hit the pause button for a couple of days, but then came back louder, prouder, and with more gumption than ever. Standing together, united as one.

That was ten years ago.

Ten years later, our country stands at a crossroads politically, economically, and, in my opinion, patriotically. My humble desire for today is that Americans look past their opinions about our government and current political standing to rise together in another battle cry: "RE-UNITED WE STAND!"

As Americans, even those of us who experienced life pre- and post-9/11, we have lost something. I wish I could point to something specific, but I can't.

I had a conversation with my father this past Memorial Day about how I felt that Americans, including myself, are all too often selfish and forget what got them to where they are in the first place. I am not talking about one's personal perseverance or hard work, but how they were allowed to pursue the life they have chosen.

I am blessed to have family and friends who have served and continue to serve in our country's armed forces, local police, fire and EMS departments. These men and women are the real heroes that our country's freedom is founded on. Courage is not something you can find, I believe, but something you either posses or do not.

So, on this hallowed day, a day that will live on in history, I say thank you to our heroes of the past, present, and future. I salute this nation and leave you with the following:

I don't always love my government, but I will ALWAYS love my country. After all, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

p.s. If you wish to send a small gift to our men and women overseas, come by Pop's Safari Cigars & Fine Wines in Ft. Worth, Texas and donate some cigars. All donations are matched and sent to Afghanistan and Iraq. If you wish to thank our veterans with a donation, visit the Wounded Warrior Project and donate today.

My Saturday: searching the bottom humidor

2011-09-10T13:47:00.002-05:00

"I've been thinking Hobbes . On a weekend? Well, it wasn't on purpose..." ~ Calvin & Hobbes

Got up this morning and was ready to enjoy my weekend. I took a gander in one of my humidors and nothing jumped out at me. I did a little digging and discovered a little gem just waiting to be smoked.

La Flor Dominicana Premium Line Insurrectos.

This cigar must have been in the bottom of this humidor for a little over a year. The cellophane wasn't completely clouded or anything, but there was some tint to it. The wrapper had some protruded oils, but since it does have the Connecticut Shade I wasn't expecting anything insane.

The pre-light bouquet was full of cedar. Aging this stick really brought out the sweetness of stick. I loved it! Since it was my first cigar of the day, it was perfect. The overall mild flavor and wonderful construction allowed this perfect burning cigar to really get the day started off right.

Here's to the weekend. There's nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,
Bear

A Welcomed Return to a Familiar Welcome

2011-08-21T21:38:00.001-05:00

“Any cigar smoker is a friend, because I know how he feels.” – Alfred de Musset

As some of my loyal readers know, in March of last year I got married. It was a wonderful event that my wife and I will never forget. Over 100 of our closest friends and family were in attendance, with some of our inner most circle joining us at the altar as members of the wedding party.

One of my groomsmen, Chris Volpe, and I have a very unique friendship. Over the course of our six year relationship journey, there have been only three occasions where we have not smoked a cigar together. As we often tell people, our entire friendship has been dominated by one constant: the welcoming smoke from a premium cigar.

Chris and I spent many hours at Pop's Safari (the cigar lounge which I now work part-time) during our tenure at TCU. It's the place where I introduced him to his first La Flor Dominicana, where he told me that we was going to ask his wife, Diana, to marry him, and finally where I asked him to be a groomsman in my wedding.

From left: Diana, Chris, Me, & my wife, Kris

For the first time in a number of months, my wife and I accompanied Chris and his wife for a night of dinner, live music, beer, and, or course, cigars.

All of us have that friend or group of friends where it doesn't matter how long you are apart, when you come together, it's like no time has passed at all.

After dinner, I lit up one of Quesada's newest releases, the Espana. Chris went with a Cusano 18. We listened to some awesome live music and caught up on our comings and goings.

Friendship is one of life's greatest blessings. Cherish your friends and, in my opinion, cherish them with a great cigar. Remember guys and gals, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,
Bear

Me with my Quesada Espana and Chris with his Cusano 18

Lighting Up that Special Cigar | News & Features | Cigar Aficionado

2011-08-18T20:58:00.000-05:00

Lighting Up that Special Cigar News & Features Cigar Aficionado

Got Sol?

2011-08-08T00:05:00.000-05:00

CAO Returns to the Scene with OSA SOL

"Brevity is the soul of wit." - William Shakespeare

Last year, the popular CAO brand of cigars became a part of the General Cigar Company. The first new blend of a CAO branded cigar since the merger debuted at the IPCPR Trade Show last month. So, whatever your particular feelings on CAO are, throw it out the window. Things are going to and have changed.

If the CAO OSA Sol is a preview of things to come, then I am pretty excited.

The OSA Sol is a medium to full bodied smoke that gave me pause to consider the new direction that CAO is now taking. When I first heard of General Cigar's merger with CAO, I was concerned about the company's intention for the brand. In the past, I haven't been a huge CAO fan, but it is an exciting brand that has seemed to have the pulse of the cigar community over the past few years. The MX2, LX2 and Limited Release Sopranos edition in conjunction with the popular Brazilia line have proven fruitful for Ozgener, Huber, & Co. in the past few years, so let's just say I wasn't ready to say goodbye to CAO just yet.

General Cigar has since released OSA Sol and I was lucky to get my hands on one of these before its main release to the public.

OSA is an acronym for the region of Honduras where the blend of tobaccos for this cigar comes from. The Olancho and San Agustin valley produce unique leaves that contain lots of oils not found in other regions. The wrapper is 2008 OSA. The Connecticut Broadleaf binder and blend of Nicaraguan and Honduran filler add to this cigar its complex character.

I smoked the robusto, which was five inches in length and had the traditional 50 ring gauge. The ash has a very solid consistency and was light gray in color.

The aroma was a little off-putting upon first light, but really settled into a perfect, well-balanced bouquet of rich, hearty earth, espresso, and oak.

The overall flavor and character of the cigar were surprisingly outstanding. I am unsure what I was expecting, but this smoke definitely exceeded many of my expectations. The rich flavor that protruded through the dark, oily OSA wrapper. The construction held consistent and the burn was very forgiving.

The smoke was plentiful and coated the palate with decadent flavor. The medium bodied strength melded into some full body enjoyment by the end of the smoke as I took this stogie down to the nub.

This cigar should retail for about $143.00 per 25-count box and should be a good value at that asking price. Good Job CAO! Welcome back to the party.

My Ratings:

Appearance - 9

Pre-light taste- 8

Construction - 9

Draw - 8

Burn - 9

Aroma - 9

Flavor - 10

Balance - 9

Finish- 7

Total Rating: 8.7

Remember guys and gals, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

Back from the Dead!

2011-08-07T22:18:00.000-05:00

Manuel Quesada, me, & Manuel's rep, Brad

"There are five things, above all else, that make life worth living: a good relationship with God, a good woman, good health, good friends, and a good cigar." -Prince Sined Yar Maharg

My sincerest apologies, readers, for my recent hiatus from blogging. I need to remind myself that not every post I write needs to be a novel or qualify, at least in my mind, for a Pulitzer. However, just because I haven't been writing doesn't mean I haven't been smoking.

On the contrary, over the past few months, I have sampled some of the industry's best smokes. In the past two weeks since the International Premium Cigar & Pipe Retailers Association (IPCPR) trade show last month in Las Vegas, it seems I've had a newly released cigar every day.

So, here's to reinvigorated inspiration, motivation and a love for one's passion. And as always, remember guys and gals...There is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.
Best Regards,
Bear

Double Review: Oliva Serie V, cigar making at its finest.

2011-01-29T11:40:00.001-06:00

Going back just a few years ago, you could not have convinced me that Nicaragua produced top notch cigars. Well, that's harsh. Let me just say that there were quite a few tobacco producing countries above them on my personal list.

Oh, how some good quality hours of smoking and a little education can improve one's mindset.

Cigarsdirect.com has done it again. I have been given an excellent opportunity to take a look at one of the world's premier cigar makers: Oliva. And in spirit of the season, I have lassoed one of my cigar-living friends to aid me in the endeavor of taking an in-depth look at Oliva's latest contribution to the Cigar Aficinado Top 25 Cigars of theYear: the Serie V torpedo.

Oliva Serie V Churchill

Before, I dive right into this awesome cigar, let me just qualify my education on Nicaraguan cigars by simply stating that 3 of the Top 5 cigars of 2009 hailed from that country. I have smoked them all, and agree whole-hearted with CA's assessment.

Oliva's roots , of course, began in Cuba in 1886 when the patriarch, Melanio Oliva, began growing tobacco in the lush Pinar del Rio region. After a stint in the Cuban army, he returned to the tobacco fields and continued making cigars until his son, Hipolito took over operations in the 1920s. As the familiar story of the Cuban Revolution ran its course, and the tobacco industry fell into government control Gilberto traveled the globe searching for soil worthy of his Cuban seeds. The family eventually settled in Nicaragua and is now the second largest grower of Cuban Pulito Tobacco Leaf.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it. I enlisted another of my cigar smoking pals to help me out with the Oliva V cigars supplied by Cigarsdirect. SNOB nation meet Eric "Gus" Gustafson, a cigar-smoking, big game-shooting, music-loving Cheesehead (Go Packers!). Gus and I went to college together and were members of the same fraternity. His life-long aspiration is to record music for a living (he rocks on a drum kit).

To the reviews.

OLIVA SERIE V CHURCHILL
By Eric "Gus" Gustafson

I recently had the pleasure of smoking an Oliva Serie V Churchill. I have had prior encounters with Oliva cigars, none of which had really “floored” me as far as the overall experience of the cigar itself. After having tasted those cigars I had pretty much written off Oliva. They just were never impressive. They were all show and no go for me. That was until I had the Serie V Churchill.

The blend of flavors combined with the exquisite draw all came together in a pure, perfect moment. The flavors of earth, nutmeg and coffee mixed with the right amount of spice were mesmerizing. Needless to say, the cigar has an amazing bouquet that is a delight to the nostrils and perfect, not overpowering at all.

This cigar could be paired with a variety of different treats. For example, whiskey goes great with this cigar. I would definitely recommend a good glass of Crown to accompany the flavors of the Serie V. For those who do not prefer to take alcohol with your stogie, I would recommend either Coca Cola or Pepsi. The spice and flavor of any of these three beverages would compliment the flavor of the cigar perfectly. This cigar is prime for having after a nice, hearty steak dinner or a pure, redneck barbecue. Final Grade is an A+ my friends. Do yourself a favor and have one of these cigars ASAP.

In closing, I have always considered making cigars as being a form of art. The cigar maker uses his colors, contrasts and techniques while putting his spin on the cigar creating what could be viewed as his art. That is exactly what this cigar represents, art.

Rock N’ Roll,
-Gus

Rating: A+

OLIVA SERIE V TORPEDO
By Bear

I was really looking forward to this cigar. After all, when a stick receives a 94 rating, it's usually as amazing as advertised.

This cigar had a little tooth to it, but had a pretty flawless construction. The band is the most decadent of all the Oliva lines. The pre-draw was rich with nutty, caramel nuances that gave way to what was going to be an amazing smoke to come.

The first few puffs warmed the palate with pepper and leathery spice. As the cigar progressed through the first half it smoothed out considerably, with bountiful smoke and excellent rich flavors of coffee, nutmeg, and pepper.

The cigar burned uneven at first, but "corrected" itself and produced a firm, gray ash. The ash held for up a solid 1" plus before falling off.

As the cigar began its second half, the roasted coffee, pepper, and leather amplified in strength as the flavor profile melded into full-bodied taste. At this point, I realized why this cigar was so herald. The complexity complimented the construction almost perfectly.

This torpedo smoked long, as I went to the nub with little challenge. The flavor profile grew as the cigar progressed until it finished as a full-bodied, tasty treat. The leather and pepper was prominent on the finish as it lingered for a bit.

This is definitely a Friday Night smoke. With tons of flavor, and a very pronounced bouquet, this cigar will be a perfect compliment to a night on the town or as a night cap after an enjoyable evening. Pick up a box or a sampler pack here at Cigarsdirect.

My Ratings:

Appearance - 10
Pre-light taste- 9

Construction - 10

Draw - 9

Burn - 9
Aroma - 9
Flavor - 10
Balance - 9
Finish- 9

Total Rating: 9.3

Enjoy guys and gals, for Gus and myself remember: There is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

An evening with the Rahr Brewery

2010-11-14T16:38:00.001-06:00

COME TO POP'S SAFARI CIGARS AND FINE WINES FOR A DOUBLE EVENT YOU WILL NEVER FORGET!

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2929 Morton St, Fort Worth, Texas 76107

817-334-0559

Dear Pop's Customers,

Time is growing short for the Robert Mondavi Wine Dinner on Thursday November 18. We still have 10 seats available. Pop's will feature a delicious prime steak dinner accompanied by four Mondavi Reserve Wines. Each of these fine wines is made in the Mondavi Tradition.

The evenings fare is $100.00 per couple plus gratuity and tax. Included are the wines, dinner, a Champagne reception and live entertainment.

PLEASE RSVP TODAY - 817-334-0559
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Perfection in a bottle

Event Sponsor
RAHR BEER

For those not attending the Mondavi Wine Dinner Rahr Beer will host a $20.00 cigar and beer pairing. Noah, from the Rahr Brewery will be here to to talk smoke and beer. Don't miss this fun for everyone event. You can take your Rahr Presentation glass home as a gift.

Resident Cigar Expert Bear Duplisea will match cigars with the limited release Winter Warmer now on tap at Pop's. And, when you test drive the Buff Butt. Take the glass home. That's: 2 Beers, 2 Cigars, and Rahr Glass. ONLY $20!!!

SNEAK PEAK OF PAIRINGS!:
Amber Red:

This brew has a nice light, tan head and caramel nose. The body is filled with a great blend of malt and sweet hops. It is a Vintage and classic-style lager (except it's red), with a crisp smooth finish.

Being paired with:
Partagas no. 6 (thin lonsdale)
- With a great draw, medium body, and smooth-pepper filled flavor, this stogie provides an excellent compliment to the crisp and clean lager. The No. 6 has a plentiful amount of smoke and will make for an excellent cigar experience.

Sancho Panza classico (any size)
- This is a classic cigar, medium body, so it won't overwhelm. It is a box-pressed, hand made smoke with great consistent construction highlighted by solid wood flavorings, pepper and a wonderful non-lingering finish.

For people who want to splurge on their own: La Flor Dominicana Premium Line, Oliva "O" serie, Torano Virtuoso, Ashton Classico; Heritage, or JC NEWMAN Brickhouse.

WINTER WARMER:

This beer has a brilliant dark color with cocoa and malty notes on the nose. CLASSIC RAHR light tan head that is solid and fuller-bodied. It has a smooth, sweet mouth feel and crisp ale-like bite to bring home the finish. Great winter brew!
Being paired with:

Esteban Carreras 187
- With this beer you will need cigars that can go pound for pound with the beer, but you do not want to overwhelm it or counter it. This is a nice med-full bodied smoke, with excellent spice and body. Ash does not hold too long, burn is even though and finish will match the Warmer beautifully.

Perdomo Dynamite
- Again, solid med-full smoke with ample spice, but nothing that will overwhelm. Cool smoke is not lush, but will provide a good match with the nice spicy finish.

Splurge: LFD Air bender, LFD Dbl ligero, Ashton VSG, CAO Brazilia, Brickhouse

Come join us, whether your live far or wide. Don't miss me in action and remember, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

My Cigar: a short reflection of smoke.

2010-11-07T17:59:00.000-06:00

"The cigar is the perfect complement to an elegant lifestyle." -George Sand, pseudonym of French writer Amantine Aurore Lucile Dupin

Friends, this may be a concise entry, but believe me when I tell you I spend a lot time reflecting while I smoke. My father recently asked me what the difference was between smoking a cigarette and smoking a cigar. The answer to that question is loaded with hours of argument, discussion, research and detail. Rather than subject him or you to all of it, I have always believed that cigar smoking comes down to one simple great detail: friendship.

As I sit here on a Sunday afternoon at my local cigar lounge, I am surrounded by the reason I took up cigars in the first place. Cast out in front of me are several tables filled with people all sharing a good smoke on a fine afternoon. I am the lone gunmen in this crowd, as I am the only person with no present company.

This is the only time and place that I choose to smoke alone. I take each Sunday afternoon for myself. It is an extension of church, a continual time of reflection of my life, the past week, the days ahead, etc.

But, as I sit here this weekend, a part of this sampling of society's spice rack, I smile.

Everyone is locked in discussion, celebrating life and friendship.

This is why I love cigars. It brings together a mass array of people for no other purpose but to enjoy one's company.

Why do I smoke cigars? This. Now.

I have been accused of being in the moment to a fault, but meant as a complete compliment. The word apologist has never been used to describe me and probably never will. The cigar I smoke is a continual celebration of the life I lead, the life I've had and the life that is coming.

A few moments after this entry will be posted, I will be watching a football game with my brother and dearest friend. And, you guessed it, we'll be enjoying what will no doubt be a fantastic cigar.

The quality of the smoke is not finite, because of my amazing and snobbish taste, but because of the company that will be kept.

Few people realize this simple fact: the only bad smoke(s) I've ever and will ever have are in solitary moments. Note, my use of the word "smoke" in place of "cigar". Have I had bad cigars with friends? Oh, you bet. But, as terrible as the those experiences were to my palate, they can't match the joy I get from the relationships that have been bonded in the ambiance of cigar smoke.

My cigar is not just a symbol of "elegance" or stature, but a beacon of life's most precious treasure.

So, why my cigar? For the moment, I rest my case.

You know how this one ends guys and gals, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

DOUBLE REVIEW: Ashton ESG? Someone pinch me!

2010-10-24T17:41:00.003-05:00

The fellows at Cigarsdirect have done it again. They have given me two more opportunities (more on the second opportunity later) to review some particularly immaculate cigars: the Aston ESG series. I was allowed to sample the 20-year and 22-year vintages and give some opinions and thoughts.

Kevin (right) showing off some of his and colleague's
works at Arts Goggle 2010 in Ft. Worth.

It had occurred to me since my arrangement with Cigarsdirect was born, that I was in a pretty unique position. Not only could I sample the best of their amazing selection, but it seemed almost hypocritical of me to cut my sharing experience short with just words. Thus, I decided some of my friends and peers to help aid in the reviewing process.

Today, I introduce Kevin McGehee, an amazing glass artist who recently helped found SiNaCa Studios in Ft. Worth, Texas. Kevin's girlfriend is one of my wife's colleagues and an upstanding gentlemen with some awesome ink. His description below is a pretty accurate account of how I came to ask him for his help with this Ashton ESG review.

The Ashton ESG series is a tribute to Ashton's amazing success as a line in the last 20+ years in the industry. Backed by two of the cigar world's two powerhouse personalities (Carlos Fuente, Jr. & Robert Levin), Ashton has become a household name along with the likes of Fuente, Cohiba, and, yes, Davidoff. The wrapper on this particular blend is incredibly unique, as it has never been used before and the entire blend was concocted by master blender, Fuente, Jr..

On with the reviews.

ASHTON ESG 22 YEAR SALUTE
By Kevin McGehee

Kevin, helping construct a
sunflower made entirely
of hand-blown glass.

A few months ago my girlfriend and I hosted an event at our house. We had a great group of people over and perfect weather as well. The majority of the evening was spent out on the deck playing Catch Phrase. I was already enjoying an Ashton when Bear arrived and inquired what I was smoking. He gave me a knowing nod and joined the crowd.

Fast forward to the middle of September. I received a call from Bear saying that he remembered the Ashton that I had smoked and if I would be interested in helping him review the Ashton ESG. Without hesitation I agreed. As the designated day drew near I began to wonder what I was about to get myself into. Would I be able to give a good description of my experience? Would I try to over analyze the experience? I usually smoke cigarettes, but that being said I do enjoy a good cigar.

I wanted to provide a good account of my experience with this cigar. I read over Bear’s posts and made a mental outline of what to notice and when to do so. At Bear's suggestion I paired my Ashton ESG 22 Year Salute with a pint of Negro Modelo (an excellent choice any time). With that being said here are my impressions of the next hour and a half of excellence.

My starting point was the initial inspection of this 6 x 52 crafted greatness. It revealed a rich walnut color, and a wonderfully mild sent with hints of oak and possibly nutmeg and coriander. It had a good solid, but not ridged feel to it as well. So I got to the cutting and lighting of the cigar… I had some nagging questions in the back of my head. I’ve always used a guillotine cutter, but had never taken much consideration to where I cut the cigar. How deep do I cut? I didn’t want to cut so much that the wrapper started to fray. I also didn’t want to have such a small cut that I would end up passing out trying to get a decent draw. I made my choice and thankfully chose well. Lighting up. Yet again, an area of cigar smoking that I really had never given a lot of thought to. Generally my routine would be strike the lighter and give a few puffs to get started. Well thanks to reading Bear’s posts it dawned on me that I was taking the wrong approach. So, I attempted to use just the flame to get things underway. If only it were that easy. I’m not sure if it was a lack of patience, but I wasn’t very successful. In the end, I went back to my normal routine and got it lit. As I would find out through the smoke the Ashton would correct my crappy lighting techniques for me.

The initial draw was clean and I was able to again distinguish the hints of oak, nutmeg and coriander. I truly enjoyed the flavor that the cigar provided. I picked up the draught Modelo and was wonderfully surprised by the change in its flavor, due to the taste of the Ashton. It went from a “traditional Munich Dunkel Lager” to having a cream ale flavor similar to a Cafferys or a Smithwick.

For my personal preference this was the perfect sized cigar. It felt good in my hand and its diameter wasn’t overwhelming. As I moved toward the middle of the stogie I took a couple of deeper draws and was greeted with the same flavors as the beginning of my journey. Although, I did notice a slight spicy tingle on the tip of my tongue. My best description of this might be a white pepper taste. Pleasant and an interesting surprise. Towards the end of the Ashton I was very pleased that there was no excessive warmth on a deep draw and the flavors maintained themselves very well.

I found this to be a wonderful smoke from beginning to end. Great consistent flavors and a very forgiving burn even with my tragic lighting technique. Thank you Bear for the opportunity to enjoy a truly great cigar!

Kevin's Rating: 90

Kevin (center) with (from left) Mark and Cliff, two of his partners posing in
front of their finished project.

ASHTON ESG 20 YEAR SALUTE
By Bear

I have had the fortunate opportunity to smoke some Ashton ESG Salutes in the past and have enjoyed each and everyone of them. The following smoking experience was no different than my previous endeavors. If one should read anything into that statement, it should start and end with the conclusion that Ashton produces nothing but consistent excellence.

The cigar felt good in hand and its flawless wrapper had a wonderful bouquet of earth, white pepper, and notes of nutmeg. The pre-light draw was consistent of the initial bouquet. I ditched my traditional cool lighting method and went with some matches. The smell of sulphur stung my nose a little, but it did not harm the palate or scent of the cigar.

The draw on the first few puffs were excellent and proved to be a welcoming kickoff of things to come. The smoke was cool and plentiful as my palate was coated with nuts, tea, earth and nutmeg. Although, just as consistent as other Ashtons, the ESG proved to be surprisingly complex.

I decided to smoke this cigar dry (no beverage accompaniment), as to give an honest virgin review. With my previous ESG experiences, I had elected to pair the cigar with a variety of different beverages. I wanted to give an honest effort to make this a unique and new experience.

Unique it was, as this being my first cigar of the day, I was truly able to savor the fine nuances and quality of this gem to the cigar world. Fuente, Jr. certainly did an unbelievable job in blending this series. Although, when you start with leaves from the Chateau de la Fuente farm, it seems difficult, in my experience, to miss in terms of quality product.

The finish for me was clean, crisp and lingered just the right amount of time. Pick up a box of these to celebrate a wedding, new baby, or to celebrate a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Whatever you do, be sure to look them up at Cigarsdirect.com.

My Ratings:

Appearance - 10
Pre-light taste- 8
Construction - 10
Draw - 9
Burn - 9
Aroma - 9
Flavor - 8
Balance - 10
Finish- 9

Total Rating: 9.2

Whenever you smoke an Ashton remember you are in elite company, smoking some of Fuente, Jr.'s finest. For Kevin and myself, remember, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards.
Bear

America's Pastime: My ALDS Experience.

2010-10-19T21:23:00.007-05:00

Now, before my cigar followers throw up a fit about another baseball post, I will tell you that cigars played a pivotal roll this particular weekend.

On Tuesday, October 5th, my boss buzzed my office.

"What are you doing Saturday?" he asked. "I was planning on working to tell you the truth," I answered, figuring he was casually reminding me to do so.

Boy, was I wrong.

"Want to go to the ball game?" he asked, probably already knowing the answer. My response was a combination of disbelief and jubilation. I reapeated, "The ALDS?!" several times before I went to his office to make sure he wasn't playing a shameles prank or forgot to ask another member of our team if they wanted the tickets first ( I'm the newest member of the office).

I was in awe and overwhelmed by my boss's generousity. My excitement was very hard to contain. I usually don't call my wife at work, but this is one of those moments that called for a small infraction of unprofessionalism. She was equally excited, especially when I asked her to be my guest.

My week reached its high point when my boss handed me the physical tickets. I held onto them like platinum.

This is the part of the entry where I disappoint some by stating that I have little care for the Texas Rangers. Don't get me wrong, living in the Dallas-Ft. Worth metroplex this baseball season has been exciting, but I honestly do not consider myself a Texas Rangers fan. However, I hate the Tampa Bay Rays. I do love cigars that hail from J.C. Newman Cigar Co, which is located there. But as far as the Rays are concerned, they can stick it.

The new America's Team.

The day came, Saturday, October 9, 2010. Between the ALDS, the various college football games being played at Cowboys Stadium, the Cotton Bowl, TCU, UNT, and FC Dallas's game it was estimated that at least one-quarter of a million people were watching a live sporting event at some point that day in the Dallas-Ft. Worth Metroplex.

My wife and I cheered, ate hot dogs, shared a beer, basked in the sun, and watched in vain as the Rangers could not complete the sweep of the Rays.

Over the course of the game we met (or came into contact) with some interesting people.

First there were a pair of father & sons, sitting in front of us. It was a picture that one day I hope to be blessed with. Except, that these kids were being very obnoxious. The "awww that's cute" factor wore off rather quickly. One of the kids had come up with a sign that was very clever at the time. "SWEEP THE RAYS, CUZ THEY'RE DIRTY!" Nice, right? It was extremely clever for his nine year old mind. However, over the course of nine innings, I heard, "THE RAYS ARE DIRTY!" about 700 times. The fathers finally wised up and quited them when he shouted, "CARLOS PENA--- YOUR MOM IS DIRTY!" That was the end of that, eight and half innings too late.

The crowd was electric.

Next, there was George, a sixty-something male sitting behind us with his wife. As my wife tried to take a photo of us, self-portrait style, George eagerly chimed in, "I'll take a picture for ya!" As I turned to see Geoge for the first time, I couldn't help but see my future in front of me. Here was a man, on his feet at baseball game, chewing on an unlit Oliva Serie V belicoso sitting with his wife and grand kids. I should be so lucky.

And lastly there was Ricardo, a modest and quiet man about 40 years old. He also had his son with him. They also gained amusment from the "dirty kids" in front of us and enjoyed the game. About the 4th inning, when the Rangers were up 1-0, Ricardo leaned over and asked my wife what we were doing the following day. No plans. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out two tickets for the possible game four for the next day. He offered them to us- no charge. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! "I'm playing the lottery when we get home," I litterally thought to myself. This was not just awesome, but also interesting. Had I been a true fan, I would have yelled, "Put those away, don't jinx this!"

The lone Ray fan at the ballpark...he had fun.

Alas, Ricardo must have, the Rangers fell to the Rays 6-3. The game tied up in the sixth and the Rangers were kicked into submission in the 8th and 9th innings when the Rays went 7-13 in the last two innings, including two home runs.

We left the stadium sad, but excited that we'd be able to return for Game 4 the following day. As we sat in the car patiently (wink) waiting for cars to move, my wife suggested I light a cigar. You don't have to tell me twice and I lit up a wonderful Perdomo Lot 23 robusto. It took us nearly an hour just to get out of the parking lot, but I had great company and an awesome smoke to keep me sane.

Game 4, came and went with as much excitement and ultimate disappoinment in the home team's demise. The Rays were victorius once again, this time 5-2. There would be a Game 5 in Tampa Bay and Cliff Lee would return to the mound.

We'll be back tomorrow.

Everyone now knows that Texas went onto win the ALDS and advance to meet the Yankees in their first ALCS, still without winning a home game in the playoffs in their history. While there was no storybook sweep or fantastic come-from-behind victory, there still was baseball. Fantastic moments painted in my memory by three of my true loves- my wife, cigars, and baseball.

A very warm thank you goes out to my boss, Andrew, for allowing me this amazing experience. The joy over the course of those 18 innings could have allowed me to fly.

At Game 4.

So, here's to the Rangers and their first ever ALCS birth, may they beat the Yankees into submission and go on to the glory that this team has earned this season. To the quote a young Tom Hanks in A League of Their Own, "May your feet be swift, may your bats be mighty, and may your balls...be plentiful."

Remember, Ranger fans and all others alike, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,
Bear

Stogie News: Columbus Day and Cigars

2010-10-12T17:37:00.000-05:00

Stogie News: Columbus Day and Cigars

"Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday."- The Impressive Clergyman, The Princess Bride

2010-10-03T17:16:00.001-05:00

Marriage. A much debated institution. For centuries there have been discussions, theories, jokes, observations, and selected commentary on one of civilization's most ancient traditions.

I hate to disappoint some of you, but this entry will not be poking fun of or a proverbial bashing of the joining together of man and wife. On the contrary, let's look at this as it was originally intended a blessing and celebration of two people joining their lives and families. I have been married six months, my parents just celebrated 42 years together.

In fact, I'm really not going to tackle the body of marriage as a whole, but rather the beginning. The wedding. Weddings are a billion dollar industry. Between venues to photos to cake, every year Americans spend on average $30,000 which, on average, winds up being a 20 minute ceremony and a 4 hour reception.

Some may say that's ridiculous, some say it's unbelievable, and some would say, "Yeah, that sounds about right."

I told you this wasn't going to be a cynical observation and it won't be. For those of you that know me, I can be a hopeless romantic and so this entry will be on celebration.

And why not?

Cigars, fine wines, premium liquor, and beer have been the mark of celebration for centuries as well.

This may actually surprise most of you, but I actually did not smoke at my wedding. Before? Of course. During honeymoon? Most Def. However, I did not take a single puff at my wedding reception. In fact, I don't smoke at many weddings, at least during the course of traditional events. I prefer to to take part in the traditional events: toasts, cake cutting, dances, etc. Who wants to miss that?

This past weekend, I was present at the union of James McCombs and Katie Evans. They are a beautiful couple that I wish nothing but happiness and joy for the rest of their lives. Many of my cigar comrades were in attendance. And while many of them were as excited as I was to toast our friends' marriage with a good smoke, they didn't want to miss any of the festivities either.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to smoke tonight, bro," one friend commented. "I just don't want to, it would take me away from the wedding too long."

Truly a man of honor. You see, my friend was not only thinking in the best interests of James, but was giving me respect by saying subconsciously that he didn't want to rush a good smoke and the amount of time it would take to enjoy it.

I took my cue from him, opting to enjoy the celebration on other merits. I got to enjoy a dance with my wife, a beer with the father of the groom and savor some damn nice cake.

However, afterwards I invited some friends back to my home, where we toasted with some champagne and lit some great smokes.

Good times. Good fellowship. Great cigars. A motto worthy of any post-celebratory gathering.

So, take your time, celebrate, and enjoy the moments as they present themselves. To my friends, James and Katie, congratulations and may your joined lives be blessed and joyous.

To the rest of you, take note 4 out of 5 dentists recommend that there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best!

Regards,

Bear

It's Only Funny if You Get Caught

2010-09-26T18:02:00.002-05:00

"A good Cuban cigar closes the door to the vulgarities of the world."- Franz Liszt

Sometimes I truly wonder what drives people to act as they do. Oh, come on, we have wondered this at one point.

Men: “Why in the hell did he take Maddux out in the 7th, he was pitching beautifully!”

Women: “What the hell was she thinking…those shoes with that outfit?”

See, we’ve all done it. But still, what drives people to act upon foolish, nosey, and negative perceptions, I’ll never know.

I have yet another story that has found a home in the epic journey that has become my quest for the perfect cigar.

I think Liszt got it right, because when most people say, “You’ll laugh about this in the morning,” I usually already am, because I always try to be in good company, with an excellent cigar in hand.

The following story has not been modified, nor has been formatted. The story is real. The people are real. Only nothing has been changed.

“Hey Shawn (my brother), I forgot my lighter in the car,” I said, “Why don’t you come with me, there is a really funny comedian I want you to listen to for second?”

We proceeded outside with cigars in hand. I had brought him an Alec Bradley Select Cabinet Reserve to try out and I selected a La Flor Dominicana Air Bender. We loaded into my car, started it, and lit our cigars as we listened to the CD for a brief moment.

We, of course, vacated my car and proceeded to walk around his home to the backyard amd enjoy our smokes on his patio.

I know that this story may seem terribly dull at this point I beseech you to hold on.

My brother (not blood) lives with his half sister, her husband John and their three boys. Since the boys were already asleep at this point (little boys asleep at 8pm, yeah right) we kept it quiet and left the lights out on the porch. We are enjoying our cigars and good conversation with little want or need of anything.

“HEY!” John shouts, as he bursts outside while blinding us with the patio light. “Are y’all smoking weed out here?” he asks. He barely waits for an answer as he notices the obvious stogies between our fingers.

“Ahh,” we exclaim in response to the light, “No way John.”

John takes off back into the house, obviously upset about something.

As I have stated for the record on other occasions, I do not and have never smoked marijuana. I was pretty sure John knew this. I am well aware that the family is fond of me and I am not about to disrespect a man in his house, especially with young children around. I urge Shawn to go check on things and he leaves me outside to enjoy the warm air and soothing smoke by my lonesome.

A few moments later, Shawn returns with a smirk across his face and a chuckle building in his stomach.

Shawn has heard all of my cigar stories and knows there is a good chance something crazy will happen when I decide to light the end of any vitola.

"I think you may have a story for your blog brewing here," he says matter-of-factly. "Oh really," I replied.

Oh crap, what's going on now. John and Lisa know we smoke cigars out here. I don't what them thinking I smoke pot, especially with their kids sleeping 25 feet away.

Shawn continues, "Well, the police are on their way. So, put a smile on." I thought he was joking, but as I realized he really wasn't I'll be honest I felt some relief. I knew John would obviously not call the cops on us, so it made feel a little better that he was not behind the issue at hand.

It turns out that while we were in the car out front there were some overzealous high school kids outside that witnessed us as we lit our cigars in my car. They thought they saw something that they didn't see. If my Air Bender was a blunt it could have a set a world record for size I promise. Clearly these kids how no idea what they were talking about and were trying to play neighborhood crime watch. While I suppose I can admire the entusiasm, sometimes a little common sense wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Where's John?" I asked. Shawn took a puff from his cigar and stated, "Across the street in his underwear yelling at the neighbors."

I couldn't help but laugh. While weren't guilty of anything, it was nice for cigar smoking to get such a loud defense from someone. The cops came and went, especially since there was nothing to see.

And so, another entry in my cigar adventures came to a close.

Today, I still have this vision in my head of me spread out on a cop car, handcuffed, puffing on my Airbender, guiltyof nothing but excellent tastes and good coversation. I am not sure I understand the reaction of those kids, nor the need to take such a dramatic action. Still, nobody was hurt and the world has kept turning.

I continue to make an honest effort to be smoking a cigar as obnoxiously as possible whenever I return to my brother's home. A modest hope is that the kids are standing outside to once again witness and be reminded of their obsurdity, Yeah, I am that guy. Call me a jerk, a jackass, or just mean, but if I am anything, I am certainly the best.

As always folks, keep puffing and remember there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,
Bear

Atmosphere is everything. Drink up!

2010-09-19T18:12:00.017-05:00

"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." - Neslon Mandela

The world we find ourselves in today is changing and moving at an unbelievable pace.

How many of you had an e-mail address 15 years ago? Owned a cell phone ten years ago? An IPOD eight years ago? A facebook account five years ago? Or a KINDLE/IPAD 1 year ago?

Information is moving at a constant pace. Ideas are being exchanged instantly across the globe. One's reputation can be tarnished one minute and absolved the next with a simple posted apology on Twitter.

Who cares, right?

Well, whether you do, or whether you don't really isn't want I want to discuss. My point is, however you feel in today's fast paced society today, I believe everyone will agree it is beneficial to slow down and take it all in.

I get asked quite a bit, "Bear, what do you enjoy most about cigars?"

That's simple.

I enjoy the lifestyle and the moments it creates. Don't get me wrong, I believe cigars to be delicious treats and do enjoy a number of other things about them. However, I love what cigars create and force and individual to do.

Someone once told me, "Stogies are great, they force you to sit down and have a conversation." I couldn't agree more. For centuries, cigars have been a symbol of class, wealth, elegance, dignity, and celebration. Today, most cigar enthusiasts enjoy the camaraderie it brings with other aficionados.

A cigar is important, but what and how you pair it with determines a lot about your experience.

Ambiance is important. Are you comfortable? Inside? Outside? In your car? Is the lighting overpowering? Is it dark? Are you alone? In a large group? Are you having a drink? Is it a cocktail? Is it affecting the cigars flavor?

All of these questions may seem tedious and a bit ridiculous, but whether you know it or not they are already in your head. Your choice of surroundings is what can often make or break a cigar.

A friend of mine and also a fan of this blog, Paul, recently commented that he enjoyed when I offered up how my drink paired with a cigar I was reviewing. And since I find it to be a good decision to pair your favorite cigar with a good beverage, I've decided that will be the topic of discussion for this week's entry.

Before I start, let me hit with some ground rules:
1) Never choose an accompanied beverage solely because you've heard or think it will pair well with a cigar.
    - What I mean is, if you don't like a drink without a cigar, no stogie in the world will make that drink taste
well.
2) Never choose a cigar solely because you've heard or think it will pair well with a certain beverage.
    - The same a rule #1, no drink in the world will change your mind about a cigar.
3) Never dip your cigar into accompanied beverage.
    - I know you saw your grandpa do this. Trust me, it is a bad idea. As I have stated in the past, direct contact with your cigar and the liquid will damage the cigar's integrity, construction, and overall flavor. If you'd like to smoke a flavored cigar (ahem, loser) then there are some available.

Ok, now that the rules are set, here are some opinions and insights into accompanied beverages with your selected cigar.

Beer:
     Beer can be a great partner for your stogie. I usually would lean towards something with a little more body to hold up and balance out more mild to medium cigars. Stouts and porters would fall into this category. A good time for this would be late afternoon or early evening. I usually enjoy a brew on Sunday afternoons with my cigar.
     Try this: Grab a hefeweizen to counter a spicy, heavily bodied smoke to change your smoking experience into a complex world of great flavor. It's a meal you've dreamed of, but have never had

Brandy:
     Along with port and cognac, brandy is a very popular after dinner beverage. So, of course, it would a great choice to accompany your favorite puro. I find that Brandy really opens up the nose and one's sense of smell, so it goes great with cigars that have a very pleasant bouquet.
     Try this: Let the brandy sit for a bit before you light your cigar or ask your bartender to warm it a bit. The temperature really brings a lot of flavor from your cigar to the front of your palate.

Bourbon Whiskey:
     This drink can typically be very rich and sweet. Like brandy, it can open up one's sense of smell, but it usually dominates on taste. With maple, oak, and vanilla notes dominating a lot of bourbons, it pairs well with full bodied and spicy stogies.
     Try this: Try not to cut this liquor too much and allow the flavors or your cigar and drink to co-mingle.

Coffee/Espresso:
     This is probably my favorite partner to a good smoke. Especially after a great meal, coffee and/or espresso goes great with every cigar. Mild to Full bodied or spicy to sweet, each cigar can benefit alongside a good cup o' joe.
     Try this: Pair a heavy/full bodied/spicy smoke with a cappuccino and enjoy the creaminess mingle with earthy spice.

Cognac:
     Much like brandy it can really open the nose and pair well with cigars that have an affluent aroma. I beg you, please do not add ice or anything to cut the cognac. It kills me when I see this. Lime, coke, ice or Sprite do not belong in the same glass as cognac, especially when pairing with a cigar. When too much complexity is added to your personal ambiance it can distract and one part will be a relief for another.
     Try this: Heavy dinner + Cognac + cigar.

Port:

I enjoy a great port and find it to be a great balance and partner to a cigar. Next to coffee I'll go for a port. I will say this having a port during any part of the day besides late evening is not a good combination. Just trust me on this one.

Try this: A tawney port, 10 year+ vintage with your favorite go-to stogie.

Scotch Whiskey:

An old stand by for centuries and this pairing does not disappoint. Unlike bourbon, the sweet notes in scotch are usually subdued in favor of good, hardy flavor that really is wonderful in the early evening.

Try this: If you enjoy smoking before dinner, grab two fingers of your favorite scotch and mild robusto to open up your palate for supper.

Wine:
I have very mixed feelings about wine being paired with cigars. If done, I would prefer a rich, robust red. I have had white wine with a cigar in warm summer afternoons, but overall I try and stay away from white wine and cigars together. Even most reds don't pair well. I'd rather enjoy wine with my meal and then enjoy a cigar with another beverage post eating.
Try this: Actually, just don't.

Wild Card:

Coke:

A lot of sweetness and a certain spiciness can go well with some cigars, in particular heavily bodied smokes.

Try this: Give your favorite full flavored stogie a whirl, pairing it with your preferred cola.

As always, I welcome comments and added thoughts. But, with this entry, I am really looking for some. I want to know what you enjoy and perhaps add to some of my thoughts. Keep smoking and remember that there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best!

Regards,

Bear

Back to the Classics: A review of the Arturo Fuente Spanish Lonsdale

2010-09-12T18:14:00.000-05:00

I am extremely excited about an opportunity presented to me in the past few months. As of direct result of this blog, Cigarsdirect.com has generously brought me on board to sample and review some products on their behalf.

I encourage you to check out their site and help yourself to some awesome deals that they have.

Arturo Fuente is a name that is synonymous with the word cigar. The industry has flourished with the Fuente family producing some of the most sought after cigars in the world. Arturo’s son and grandson (Carlos and Carlos, Jr.) have advanced the craft of cigar making to levels that have inspired creations such as the Hemingway, King B, and, of course, Opus X.

Today, we take a gander at the Spanish Lonsdale Natural. A classic in the Fuente’s family arsenal for some time, it is a fine example of a classic cigar.

Let’s take a look at what appears to be an example of flawless construction. No veins or toothiness to this Connecticut shade wrapper, the pleasant pre-light bouquet is earmarked with dominant cedar and earthy notes. The faint subtle sweetness on the pre-light draw awakened some taste buds that clinched the desire to light the cigar. I cut the tip with my guillotine cutter and sat down to enjoy this smoke with my good friend, Gus.

For a classic like this one, I chose a classic lighting method: matches. While my lighting job was less than desirable, the impeccable construction came through and the burn was remarkably even from beginning to end.

The first third of this cigar was just as consistent as advertised. I’ve smoked Fuentes for years now and admit to have had the Spanish Lonsdale only a few times. In fact, I’ve usually reached for the maduro variety instead. However, this smoke is equally great in flavor, thus far.

The second half is filled with delicious, earthy flavor. The smoke is plentiful and creamy. Gus has taken a few puffs when I am not looking and is equally pleased. The fellows at Cigarsdirect.com have given me a premo smoke to enjoy. I forgot to mention that this lonsdale is a tad thicker gaged than most I tend to smoke. At 6.5 inches and with a 42 gage, it allows the burn to remain even and the smoke to stay cool.

The construction has held up to its intial overview and remains impeccable all the way to the nub.

I have selected a Sam Adams Oktoberfest brew to accompany this stogie as my drink. The robust flavor of the beer, only amplifies the mild, mellow creaminess of this Fuente.

I tend to enjoy more complex smokes a tad more than traditional smokes such as this, but does not disappoint.

The finish does not linger to long, but nonetheless is an enjoyable feel. I’d reach for these as an everyday smoke, or something to enjoy after a Sunday brunch.

My Ratings:
Appearance - 10
Pre-light taste- 7
Construction - 10
Draw - 9
Burn - 10
Aroma - 8
Flavor - 7
Balance - 9
Finish- 7

Total Rating: 8.6

Check out cigarsdirect.com and get yourselves some great smokes and remember guys and gals, there is nothing wrong with knowing you’re the best!

Regards,
Bear

Proud Moment For This Fan

2010-08-29T16:17:00.002-05:00

Lately, I am sure you all have noticed my drift from cigars and my comments on real world events, deaths of famous people, etc. I anticipate more posts soon that will revolve completely about cigars. Everyone can look forward to a review I am working on for cigarsdirect.com. I am also finishing up a piece on maduro leaves, wrappers and cigars. My next post will more than likely be my re-telling of another tale from this smoker's corner.

But, today I saw something in the headline that made me smile just a bit. It has to be obvious what a huge baseball fan I am and that I make no secret that I am proud member of the Red Sox nation. Through much of my youth and into the early years of adulthood I followed one ball player particularly close: Frank Thomas.

While my brother worshipped Ken Griffey, Jr. and my father rooted for Greg Maddux and Tom Glavine, my guy was Frank. "The Big Hurt" got my attention as a kid, because he just seemed larger than life. While that was supported by his 6'5", 250 pound frame, it was much more than that. He just seemed to enjoy his time on the field more than most.

In little league, I wore number 35 in honor of him. While I never did him justice, he was the player I wanted to be the most. I met him when I was 22 and asked for an autograph like I was ten years younger. "Mr. Thomas, you've been my hero since I was real little...please sign this baseball for me." It was not my proudest moment as a man, but for the kid inside it may have been the best day of my life. Frank, of course, obliged me with a smile and no hesitancy whatsoever. Not bad for a guy who only had one at-bat that game. As he signed the ball, I went on and on about his one at-bat that ended in him advancing to first on a base on balls. You see, Frank hung in for a 19-pitch at-bat. Not impressed? Well, Frank had come into the game to try and get something going. The opposing pitcher and pitched a three-hit game into the 7th inning. The pitcher had only thrown 78 pitched thus far and looked to be cruising. He gave up that third hit on a bloop single just before Frank came into pinch hit.

On pitch 97, after Frank had battled off an array of pitches, carefully chosen his spots and swings, he took his base. On pitch 98 of the evening, the next batter tagged a line drive to the gap scoring both runners. As Frank slid into home plate I think I was the only who knew those RBIs belonged to him. He wore down the pitcher at a key juncture in the game and allowed the game to be tied up. They scored another run that inning to take the lead and after that there wasn't another base runner for either team.

Frank won that game and nobody knew it. Nobody really cared. The paper mentioned his name in the re-cap as the tieing run, but that was it. I knew.

About 18 months later the Mitchell Report came out. I was scared and deeply saddened by this hit to baseball. I scanned the list furiously...no Glavine, no Griffey, no Maddux, and finally no Thomas. I breathed a sigh of relief. In my mind there had always been no doubt, but still it scared me as a fan.

And now, today has come. Frank has returned to the city where his career started and blossomed. The city of Chicago, the south side's White Sox are retiring his number 35 today and will erect a statue in his honor sometime next year.

"It brought back a lot of memories, thinking about teammates and all the great times and bad times," Thomas said. "It just got to me. Emotion caught up. I'm a very, very proud man today, and this was probably was the proudest day of my life."

For this fan, I couldn't be happier, couldn't be more proud. You were the best Hurt, we'll miss you on the field, but we'll never forget. I still haven't. Thanks.

Remember, be like Frank and know that there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

"THE GIANTS WIN THE PENNANT, THE GIANTS WIN THE PENNANT, THE GIANTS WIN THE PENNANT"- Russ Hodges, 1951

2010-08-18T14:48:00.003-05:00

Bobby Thomson is dead at age 86.

So many times I listened to a recording of Hodges' historical call as a kid. Whenever I think of baseball, I think of sunny afternoons, the smell of freshly cut grass, hot dogs with mustard, dirt never feeling dirty, and Bobby Thomson.

Thomson, circa 1951

For this baseball fan, it never seemed to matter that I wasn't alive for his moment. It never mattered that if forced to, I probably couldn't pick Thomson out of a crowd. What mattered was the moment itself.

"The Shot Heard 'Round the World," is a time traveling moment in history. While the moment lasted merely seconds, it will continue to exist in our hearts and our children's hearts for all time.

Thomson referred to himself as an "accidental hero." In many ways, mostly by his own admission, Thomson felt dwarfed in baseball stature compared to some of his teammates. After all he was surrounded by future Hall-of-Famers Willie Mays and Monte Irvin. In fact, not many know that it was Mays who was on-deck during Thomson's famous at-bat.

Nonetheless, while Mays had "The Catch" and Irvin's legend was staked in the Negro Leagues, it is Thomson who will forever be cemented in baseball lore.

Over half of a century has passed and "The Flying Scot" still heard cheers on the streets of New York. Old-timers would call out his name, fathers would tell their sons the tale as he passed them in diners, and Brooklyn still cringes when you mention his name.

A man of great composure and love for the game played 15 seasons with the Giants, Milwaukee Braves, Chicago Cubs, Boston Red Sox, and Baltimore Orioles. The other half of the story, Ralph Branca (the man who threw that now famous pitch to Thomson) would later join forces with him on national tours to describe the moment from both perspectives.

Thomson and Branca were a part of the "Dodger-Giant War," that existed before both teams moved to the West Coast. But what was simply a historical rivalry, became legend overnight.

The passing of this legend brings sorrow to the heart of this writer. Fortunately, he's in a place where he can run and play again. There really is something special about heroes.

So, here's to Bobby Thomson, a humble man, but nonetheless, still one of the best. And there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

Is it really how you play the game?

2010-06-13T13:32:00.003-05:00

On April 29, 2010, Robin Laird the best pole vaulter for South Pasadena High School had the moment that every athlete dreams of. If she cleared her next jump, her team would win the meet, League Championship, and beat their rival Monrovia High School. Laird had apparently gone all season long doing everything the same. Stretches, warm-ups, and focusing on her goal: to clear the pole. On April 29th, the moment had come. No matter what, this next jump would be a defining moment for her in athletic career, no matter how short or long.

She cleared the pole with little difficulty and her team erupted in celebration. The 75 people in the stands (hey, it’s high school track) went nuts. South Pasadena had won another league championship thanks in part to the poise and skill of Laird.

You knew there was a “but” coming, didn’t you? Monrovia coach Mike Knowles, a 30-year coaching veteran of high school track and field, made a fateful walk over to the official’s table. He pointed to his wrist and pointed to Laird. What Laird had on her wrist was a friendship bracelet, a piece of string, that she had probably worn all season and definitely while she just made that last jump.

Section 3, Article 3 of the National Federation of State High School Associations -- is clear: "Jewelry shall not be worn by contestants." So is the penalty, and in the time it takes to read "the competitor is disqualified from the event," South Pasadena's win was transformed into a 65-62 victory for Monrovia.

So there it is. You can read the story through the link below, but yep there it is.

LINK TO STORY:

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2010/highschool/05/11/track.controversy/index.html

I am disgusted by the lack of sportsmanship displayed by a “veteran” teacher. Yes, he is a coach and coaches are hired to win, but sportsmanship needs to come into play at all times. I think South Pasadena coach P.J. Hernandez asked it best, “Coach, you really want it to come down to this?” I, nor Hernandez, nor his team questions the validity of the rule and the judgment that was made, but the way it went down comes into question. Why not say something earlier? Knowles made no secret of the fact that he saw the infraction before the jump as he studied Laird before the jump. Absolute chicken shit! Monrovia should feel cheapened with their championship honors and if I was on that team, I wouldn’t accept any trophy or honor bestowed upon me for an accomplishment I did not earn.

As for Robin Laird, her tears were not out of self pity, but as she claimed later, “I was disappointed that I let down my team and my coach.” Robin, I don’t know how far your skills in this sport will take you, but my modest hope (which means little) is to see you one day on an Olympic stage in the same situation. Of course, the end will be much different, the moment will end with you hoisting your arms with a bright gold medal dangling from your neck.

I take no shame in my proclamation, “There is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.” So, to Laird, Hernandez, and the members of South Pasadena Girls’ Track and Field team I say to you just that. YOU ARE THE CHAMPS! Nobody can take that away from your hearts and minds. To Knowles, my disgust with people like you shows no mercy and knows no bounds. I sincerely hope the stink from your shameful act follows you to the day you die. Upon which your tombstone should read, “Here lies Coach Knowles, we know God will forgive, because everyone else couldn’t.”

Many of my readers are athletes and competitors. Some high school, some college, and some church league, how does this make you feel? I have clearly stated my opinions on the matter, but I am eager to hear yours as well.

As for Robin and her teammmates, there is NOTHING wrong with knowing you are the best!

Regards,

Bear

Legends Remembered: Wooden & Hopper

2010-06-08T00:19:00.002-05:00

This post seems odd in comparison to my past entries, but I wanted to put down some thoughts about the lives of two separate individuals in the wake of their passing. The only similarities between John Wooden and Dennis Hopper was that they were both politically conservative, found their careers in L.A., and were both men.

Wooden was nicknamed, much to his chagrin, "The Wizard of Westwood," for his amazing career as the men's head basketball coach for the UCLA Bruins. He is one of only three men who has been enshrined into the Basketball Hall of Fame as a player and coach. He led the Bruins to ten national titles, four perfect seasons, and over 600 wins in 27 years.

He was a man driven by faith and a quest for perfection. He was once quoted, saying, "I have always tried to make it clear that basketball is not the ultimate. It is of small importance in comparison to the total life we live. There is only one kind of life that truly wins, and that is the one that places faith in the hands of the Savior."

UCLA celebrates a day in his honor every year on February 29th. His legacy has and will continue to stem for lifetimes to come. He taught his teams the meaning of working together, and he had only three hard-and-fast rules -- no profanity, tardiness or criticizing fellow teammates.

He lived his life by a small list that his own father gave him upon his elementary school graduation:

Be true to yourself.
Make each day your masterpiece.
Help others.
Drink deeply from good books, especially the Bible.
Make friendship a fine art.
Build a shelter against a rainy day.
Pray for guidance and give thanks for your blessings every day.

Over the years, he added three of his own maxims to his credo.

Failing to prepare is preparing to fail.
Flexibility is the key to stability.
Be quick, but don't hurry.

Wooden was a man of simple, yet traditional values. In a 2009 interview, John Wooden described himself politically as a "liberal Democrat," who had voted for some Republican presidential candidates. Never wanting much for himself, he never made more than $35,000 in on year, and kept his retirement present (a blue Mercedes, given to him by UCLA) until the day of his death, never opting to buy a newer car.

"He had as little ego as anybody I've ever known. He would never give advice, but he would always give opinions," Jim Harrick recalled, another former head coach of the UCLA Bruins. "I happened to be the coach during the time that went from the short, short pants to what he called the bloomers. He thought that was the worst thing that ever happened to basketball."

Nell, Wooden's wife of 53 years, died of cancer in 1985. His health permitting, he visited her graveside every month on the 21st. He took with him a handwritten love letter in hand that he would lay on a pillow that she laid her head on for the length of their marriage. Besides his son and daughter, Wooden is survived by three grandsons, four granddaughters and 13 great-grandchildren.

It seems strange to most people to mention Dennis Hopper and the word legend in the same sentence. He was often dwarfed by his co-stars, which to name a few have included James Dean, John Wayne, Jack Nicholson, Marlon Brando, Paul Newman, and Gene Hackman.

His passing, at age 74, seems all too soon. He was laid to rest in his beloved adopted hometown of Taos, New Mexico.

He was born in the Old West town of Dodge City, Kansas, and much like the gun-slinging legends before him, he set out for his own legacy. He was one of the pioneers of acting by being one of Lee Strasberg's first students at the Actor's Studios. He overcame a lengthy battle of addiction to drugs and alcohol to have an amazing career that lasted over half a century and included many on-screen accolades.

What is not well-known is his success and life in the world of other arts. Hopper was a prolific photographer, painter, and sculptor. His photography is known for portraits from the 1960s. His painting style ranges from abstract impressionism to photorealism and often includes references to his cinematic work and to other artists.

Ostracized by the Hollywood film studios due to his reputation for being a difficult actor, Hopper eventually turned to photography in the 1960s with a camera bought for him by his then-wife, Brooke Hayward. During this period he created the cover art for the Ike & Tina Turner 1966 release River Deep – Mountain High.

Hopper became a noted photographer, and herald writer Terry Southern profiled Hopper in Better Homes and Gardens magazine as an up and coming photographer in 1964.

He began working as a painter, poet, as well as a collector of art during this time as well. One of the first art works Hopper owned was an early print of Andy Warhol's Campbell's Soup Cans bought for a mere $75.

On the Gorillaz album Demon Days, Hopper narrated the song "Fire Coming out of the Monkey's Head."

In May 2009 it was announced that Hopper would be the subject of an upcoming biography by American writer Tom Folsom. Hopper: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream. The subtitle is a direct reference to the Hunter S. Thompson book Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

He was a noted Republican, often supporting the GOP and its candidates, until 2008. He threw his support in favor of Barak Obama. He had said that his reason for not casting his vote republican after over 30 years of doing so, was the selection of Sarah Palin, as John McCain's running-mate.

In March 2010, it was announced that Hopper would be honored with the 2,403rd star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, in front of Grauman's Theatre. Surrounded by friends including Nicholson, Viggo Mortensen, David Lynch, Michael Madsen, and family and fans, he attended, weakened by his battle with prostate cancer.

Days after, it was reported that his health diminished even further, weighing less than 100 pounds, and unable to carry on long conversations. According to his attorney and spokesperson, Hopper was terminally ill and unable to undergo chemotherapy to treat his cancer.

He is survived by five ex-wives, six children, and two grand children.

Two different men. Two separate lives. Both remembered for their talents and approach to life. While each man carried themselves differently, they easily lived a life where they both knew that There is Nothing Wrong with Knowing You're the Best!"

Regards,

Bear

VIVA LA REVOLUTION! Paradigm makes a splash onto the scene of the cigar world.

2010-04-26T23:36:00.002-05:00

I’ve been reading a lot of literature on cigars these days and it seems to me that there is a lot going on in the industry. Many folks have told me that it’s a bad time to get into the industry with all the smoking bans and taxes being implemented. While all this may be true, lately I tend to err on the side of positivity.

For me, there are exciting things going on in the world of cigars. Very soon I suspect it will be possible to purchase Cuban puros legally. If, or, when the borders open, it will allow very successful and prominent tobacco families/companies to get re-acquainted with the lush Cuban soil and product. Can you imagine the blends that will hit the market? The event will truly be an evolution.

However, until then all we can do is wait, be patient and as our friends at Revolution 262 have coined, “Smoke the Revolution!”

The selected cigar that is being reviewed for this post is of direct result of this blog and the wonder that is the cigar industry. Revolution 262 (known hence forth as 262) was started by 3 stogie enthusiasts in 2009. Yeah, you heard that right, 2009! When I first started smoking and began to flip through the pages of every cigar magazine I could get my hands on, I noticed a lot of the same thing when it came to advertising. “A 100 year tradition”, “A family affair,” and of course, “Making the world’s most premium cigars for over a century,” were just some key phrases I read on nearly every ad.

Tradition is a wonderful thing. And let’s face it; it’s the backbone of society and culture.

However, every once and a while it is good to have, say… a revolution?

Yes, revolutions have driven cultures for centuries and have been the cause and, ultimately, the foundation for some of the world’s greatest things. Government, religion, art, and industry have had several revolutions throughout history that have kept with the pulse of the human race.

Wow! That’s some big talk to introduce a company that just got its roots settled. Well, not to pass the buck, but they started it. Their own website is smoketherevolution.com. The motto of the company came from the team’s desire to fight the regulations that are impeding on the personal freedoms of individuals. They even have their own “manifesto,” that is published on their site. These guys are serious, and that takes us to the matter at hand: The Paradigm.

I was actually given my first Paradigm by a recent acquaintance named Ryan. Ryan is a lot like me, works in a cigar shop, enjoys a good smoke, is married, and he’s male. Hey, I said he was an acquaintance, not my soul mate. Ryan and I got to talking about cigars and about my blog. He told me that he had recently joined team 262 (e-mail him at rrodriguez@smoketherevolution.com) and was their new rep in Texas. And it is with his generosity that I was able to enjoy this smoke and review it for you all.

The Paradigm is 262’s first release and was pushed onto the scene in January of this past year. This cigar combines an unprecedented blend of cubito tobacco, as well as tobacco hailing from four different countries: Columbia, Honduras, Brazil, and Nicaragua. Ryan selected the box pressed toro (6x54) to have me sample.

The Brazilian wrapper was a deep, dark maduro in color with an oily sheen that almost glistened. The stogie sported a foot band, with an emblazed “Smoke the Revolution” logo. The unlit aroma was dominated by earth, oak and some subtle sweet clove. The cold draw was consistent with the pre-light smell, and I was excited to light it up.

The cap came off clean and the cigar took the cool lighting well as it burned nicely. The smoke’s bouquet never overwhelmed, but was amazing from the beginning. A dominance of earth was complemented by nuts, oak, cocoa, and clove.

The first few puffs were consistent, with toasted nuts and clove coming through more prominently with every inch. The draw never did come through for me and I did spend the entire smoke fighting it. However, as disappointing as the draw was, the burn could not have been more perfectly even.

The ash held impressively as it finally fell after almost two inches. The amazing medium body flavor morphed into a complex center and finish of full flavored bliss. Not one to let the draw get me down, I enjoyed every bit of this cigar’s flavor and aroma. The center’s complexity even gave way to a sweet subtle berry that married well with some spice and the continued clove.

The finish was a triumph for me. With all that flavor and fragrance, the finish was short, but the lingering aroma had even my wife and dog impressed.

262 did not hit a grand slam, but a solo shot seems appropriate here. The construction was masterful, the burn was perfect and if I compliment the aroma one more time, I feel I may just overhype it. Great job 262! I can’t wait for the revolution to spread.

My Ratings:

Appearance - 10
Pre-light taste- 9
Construction - 9
Draw - 5
Burn - 10
Aroma - 10
Flavor - 9
Balance - 9
Finish- 10

Total Rating: 9.0

Remember guys and gals, there is nothing wrong with knowing you’re the best! Smoke and toast to the revolution!

Regards,

Bear

p.s. In Texas, you can only find 262 Paradigm cigars at Bon Ton Roule (http://www.bontonroule.com/) or Pop's Safari Cigars and Fine Wines (http://www.popssafari.com/) both located in Ft. Worth.

Re-defining SNOB

2010-04-14T07:48:00.002-05:00

I have been approached a few times about the name of this blog. The name has received praise and criticism from several arenas. I believe my position on the name is well supported in my very first post, but a recent moment gave me pause to reconsider.

Just for a moment though.

Recently, I have taken a part-time job as a side gig at my local cigar club. I have had the best time so far and am continuing to learn so much. I must give a public thank you to Perry Tong and his wife, Pat, for giving me the opportunity to spend just a little more time around one of my greatest passions.

One of the things that I love about this club and cigars in general, is that it brings together a most eclectic group of individuals. In just one night last week, I saw two police officers, one janitor, a dozen realtors, three musicians, one politician, and a group of paint salesmen all light up a stogie in the same place.

I was able to talk and recommend cigars to all types and loved every minute of it! Well, at least that was the case until Chuck walked in (names have been changed to protect the guilty). As soon as I shook Chuck’s hand I knew this was going to be painful. He said he had never been inside a cigar shop before and he asked for a recommendation and I immediately went to some of my faves. I asked what he liked (Full flavored? Mild? Size? etc). He told me, “I want a CEEEGARRRRR.” Really? Here I thought he came in to smoke chili peppers. I asked what he meant, and he indicated something with a lot of strength and flavor. Easy. I immediately drifted to the La Flor Dominicana Air Bender and had him take a gander.

If you are a faithful reader, you remember some of the items on my list of what not to do in the world of smoking cigars. Well, this guy takes the stick and takes a big ol’ whiff of the cellophane wrapper. “Not much to it,” he proclaims. “Yep, today’s plastic just doesn’t have the oomph that it did five years ago.”

Just like I suspect most witty remarks do, this one sailed right over Chuck’s head.

I opened the cellophane up so that he could actually smell the cigar itself. He was still not impressed.

“Do you have anything better?” he asked. “Bear, do you understand what I’m asking? I want a CEEEEGGGARRRR! Something strong, that will kick me in the teeth and let me know I am smoking a CEEEGGGARRRR!”

Wow, this guy was annoying and once more, I am fairly certain he was on medication. In order to protect the innocent, I will not be using the names of anymore cigar labels for the rest of this story. I lead Chuck over to a VERY powerful cigar, excellent flavor and sustaining strength from pre-light to nub. I warned him that the first quarter of this particular stick could be a real doozie, but I advised him to hang in there and he’d thank me later. He nodded and took a whiff of it (this time outside of the cellophane) and declares, “I’ll take it!”

Ok, mission accomplished. Or so I thought.

I added the cigar to his tab, and he saw me write down a price: $7.59. “That’s it?” he commented more than asked. “Well, ok, I guess I can’t complain too much about the price.” He walked away. A few minutes later, about three-four puffs into the cigar, he comes back asking about our ports. I went over the port selection, at least the ones we sold by the glass. I was starting to like Chuck a little more. After all, I tend to like most people and we were talking about port, the perfect accompaniment to a good stogie, so very little could be better. After sampling a glass I poured him, he took a glass and returned to his seat.

A little while later he returns again, stogie in hand and smoked about a quarter way down, and sighs right before a lecture ensues.

“Bear, I don’t want you to be offended, but this cigar is terrible. I mean, it’s really strong and I just don’t know if I can finish it. I even dipped it in my port (another faux paux that I just love) and nothing is helping. In fact, now it’s burning hotter and has a hot sugar taste to it. When I said I wanted a cigar, I wanted something that was going to be worth my time. Maybe you just don’t understand what I was asking for.”

I apologized and said he was right. What I had understood was that he wanted a strong and flavorful cigar. I warned him about the first quarter. I even told him the reason the cigar got worse after dipping it was because he had done just that- dipped it in a sweet, dessert wine. I offered to see if maybe we could get him something else for free, but I needed to talk to my manager.

He grabbed my arm, “Bear, Bear, Bear, no, no, no.” I told him I insisted and I turned to look for the manager. When I looked back, Chuck had disappeared into the walk-in humidor.

He emerged a few minutes later with a cigar that to be honest, for the price, I am not at all impressed with. The price on this particular cigar was $28.50. He went to my co-worker and asked to put it on the ticket.

I didn’t see Chuck for about an hour after that. He comes back to cash out his tab with the cigar about three-quarters finished. “Now Bear, this is what I was looking for; this is a CEEEGGGARRR.” I told him I was glad he found something that he liked.

I know all my readers have heard me say that taste is subjective, and it is. And when I was just about to write this particular case as such, he opened his mouth and hit me with, “I mean come on Bear, you gave me a seven buck cigar. What were you thinking? That was supposed to impress me? I ask for a cigar and you hand me an overpriced Black & Mild? Clearly, you have a lot to learn my friend, about judging one’s tastes and cigars themselves.”

I have waited until this point in the story to tell you that Chuck is at least a couple of years younger than I. For those who don’t know, I am 26. I wrote up the ticket and I suppose to show that there were no hard feelings, he threw a couple of bigger bills into the tip jar which, to this point, was his most redeeming quality. I was tempted to hand his tip back to him. However, since I do split the tips, I didn’t want my co-worker to miss out.

What’s the point of telling you about Chuck? Well, the moral of this story is that while taste may be subjective, price has nothing to do with quality of a cigar and nor should it. I have smoked good and cheap alongside poor and pricey. What makes me a SNOB is that I am only satisfied by the best. What makes Chuck a TOOL is that he needs to feel that his wallet weighs a little lighter and his ego is stroked a bit more in order to feel superior.

Like I have always said Guys and Gals, there is nothing wrong with KNOWING you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

A Tale of Love

2010-04-02T07:44:00.002-05:00

Wow, it certainly has been a good long while since I have picked up the keyboard and written down some of my thoughts. As some of you are aware, I got married recently. The ride has been awesome and finding my beautiful wife has been the most notable blessing of my life thus far. She puts up with me, laughs at my jokes, supports me in all my endeavors, loves me to no end, and best of all, appreciates my love for a good cigar.

So, here’s to my wife, the blessed angel that has decided to spend forever with me. I love you.

In the spirit of love, there is a story I have been itching to tell that displays and shows the powerful force of one cigar. For one cigar has most recently changed the life of my friend, Gary.

I haven’t known Gary for very long. In fact, he probably doesn’t even consider me a friend. He doesn’t have anything against me necessarily, but our bond is not deep.

I met Gary back in October 2009, yes, just six short months ago. We were attending a wedding of two of our mutual friends. In fact, both he and I were serving as members of the wedding party. The wedding was on Saturday and the bachelor party was Thursday night. We shared some conversation, got to know each other and then “it” happened. We all went back to the groom’s home, went outside to start a fire and light up some stogies.

I have to interrupt at this point and say what amazing smokes they were. Genuine Bolivar Havanas! This a smoke that every man should sample during his lifetime. The smoke was beautiful, flavorful and bountiful. The draw had the perfect pull. The flavor was unique, but not overwhelming. This was man’s heaven on earth, not to mention we had some homemade “chalk beer” to help cleanse the palate.

Anyway, back to “it.” Well, “it” happened. Gary, bless his heart, was unable to light his cigar.

“Are you kidding me Bear? What’s so “it” about that?”

Well, jackass, I was getting to that.

At the time, he was the butt of some teasing, but we really didn’t think much of it. Fast forward to the next evening when we were all at the wedding rehearsal and dinner. The time has come to introduce the next player in our little story- Tash.

Tash is short for Natasha and it is neither here nor there, but there it is anyway. I, as others too, have made the observation that while Natasha’s name is unique, exotic and beautiful, Gary’s name is serious, direct, and concise. It is of my expressed opinion that Gary should change his name to Tristan, Romeo, or Donatello. Nothing over-the-top, but something with zing and flair.

Tash was a bridesmaid and I would say grabbed our leading man’s attention rather quickly. I shouldn’t take all the credit at assessing this. A blind man from Detroit was also in attendance and he was the one who first noticed.

The evening progressed with exceptional enjoyment. The rehearsal went flawlessly, the hors d’vers were delicious, and the company was perfect.

Only one thing was missing: A perfect cigar to cap off the evening. After the crowd had died down a bit, the gentleman and some of the ladies proceeded outside to indulge in some prized puros that I had brought. All the men, including Gary, accepted my gift and we all lit up. Well most of us…

For all his trying and all his might, Gary could not get a fire going at the end of his stick (insert that’s what she said joke here). We proceeded to tease and goad him as guys tend to do. Even some of the women joined in, including Tash.

After what seemed like an hour, probably closer to ten minutes, Gary was still sweating out an attempt to light his cigar when all of a sudden…

Let me just interrupt again to say that while some people have blamed me for giving Gary a poorly constructed cigar, I harbor no ill will towards those individuals. I gave Gary a wonderful smoke. And if anything, he should be thanking me…

I digress.

Gary was taking in so much air trying to light his cigar he could have deflated a hot-air balloon. Just when all hope was lost and everything seemed hopeless, a fair maiden came to the rescue.

“OH, GIVE ME THAT!”

Tash grabbed the cigar and lighter out of Gary’s mouth and hands and perfectly lit the cigar with little hesitation. The crowd roared in applause. All made sense again.

Tash smiled. Gary puffed. We laughed.

Thus, a beginning was born. They are getting married this summer.

So, here’s to the happy couple. A Blue Label Robusto may have had nothing to do it with it. After all, you can’t stop fate. However, I am pompous enough to think that it’s all on me.

All joking aside: Congratulations Tash and Gary! I wish you two all the happiness in the world.

Hopefully, not the last Airbender. Review: La Flor Dominicana Airbender Maestro

2010-02-11T22:48:00.001-06:00

The truth is, we’re all biased. It is hard to remain objective on anything especially when so many things can influence our opinions, thoughts, and decisions. That being said, I am not necessarily partial to one brand of cigars over the other…for the most part. All smugness aside, I’ll leave it with this: La Flor Dominicana will always be my first love when it comes to cigars.

I remember the first time I had a La Flor; Monday, December 9, 2002. As the first semester of my college career was coming to a close, it had been a rough one. I was adjusting to time away from the only home I had ever known, classes, time management, social obligations, girls, and life unexpected as it came. I walked into my local cigar spot, a place you can still find me 1-2 times a week, and the place was especially crowded for a Monday. “Damn,” I thought, I came here to study for my Biology final that was the next day, and I was not about to blow my first college final. As I made my way through the crowd a large and tall gentleman with a brown mustache touched me on the shoulder and asked, “Son, have you ever tried a La Flor Dominicana?” I replied simply, “No.” The gentleman proceeded to talk to me about Litto Gomez (the maker of La Flor), the mystique of the ligero tobacco leaf, and trying to convince me that this was the greatest smoke on earth. Mind you, I had recently graduated from Titan Phillies and Swishers to Romeo y Julietas, Partagas, and Macanudos. I thought I knew what a premier cigar was. I hadn’t even heard of Rocky Patel, Paul Garmirian, Camacho, or even Ashton at this point.

The guy was so dedicated to me not smoking any cigar but his, he gave me one for free. And what a cigar it was, a beautiful 6x56 Double Ligero Toro. That guy knew what he was talking about even if he was full of it. I smoked that stogie down to the nub and bought five La Flors to take back to my dorm. Standing was a feat, while walking was damn near impossible. That tobacco high had me floating. Ahh, was I ever that young?

Ever since that fateful day, I have followed the production of La Flor Dominicana. In fact, if it weren't for these cigars I probably wouldn't be the cigar aficiando I am today or even love cigars as much as I do. So, mom, if you want to blame somebody, ha!

Litto Gomez, along with his wife, Ines Lorenzo-Gomez, entered the industry in the mid-1990s. After a few speedbumps, they buckled down and began investing their time with some of the best people in the business. They built their business slowly, improving their product until they eventually had their own factory. Backed by the old mantra of, "quality over quantity, they are now a major player in the world of cigars.

Gomez, who happens to be a huge fan of Kung Fu movies, named his latest creation after the story made famous by Japanese anime and the M. Night Shyamalan feature due for release this summer. The Air Bender sports a Cuban-seed Ecuadorian Habano wrapper that is the same leaf that Gomez used on his 95-rated Solomon from 2009. The binder and filler hail from, of course, the Dominican Republic.

I selected the "Maestro" size for this review. At five inches in length with a 52 gauge, it allowed me the perfect-sized sample of this new creation.

The wrapper and construction is nearly flawless with one visible seam along the side. The dark brown color is gorgeous and solid with a pre-light smell of dark robust earth and lingering pepper. The dry draw also has some pepper and leather. I can tell this cigar is going to be a powerhouse before I even light it. I use a guillotine cutter to clip the end off and light the foot with a match.

I was right. The first few puffs are filled with power and strength. The earthy flavored foundation is coated with spice, spice and oh yeah, I forgot...more spice. The aroma is not very pronounced, but has subtle hints of nutmeg and pepper.

As I continue to smoke, the ash begins to show its amazing solid light gray color. The burn begins to even up a bit more and the draw pulls in just the right amount of smoke. The aroma builds while the strength subsides. This stogie has a great mouth-feel and a creaminess that coats the palate with the perfect amount of smoke.

As I approach the middle of the cigar, I notice that the creaminess has built up quite a bit with lingering notes of caramel and nutmeg. The character of the cigar has developed quite the flavor profile.

Rich, sweet and strong has been the consistent characteristics of La Flor Dominicanas over the years and the Air Bender follows suit in its own unique way. The creamy smoke, earthy core, and subtle sweet notes push the Airbender up the list of favorites and may be the most solid creation by Gomez yet.

This stogie finishes very well with almost no bitterness. The lingering strength is only complimented with the subtle notes of caramel and nutmeg. I chose an anejo rum as my complimentary beverage after a recommendation from another connosieur. I think bourbon, scotch, port, stout beer, or french roast coffee would also be excellent compliments to the Airbender.

Gomez is quoted saying that the Airbender is "no sissy cigar." I fully agree. If you're a mild or even a medium cigar smoker, I urge to tread lightly. However, if you are used to full-bodied stogies or want to venture out a bit, then I really recommend the Airbender.

My Ratings:

Appearance - 10

Pre-light taste- 9

Construction - 9

Draw - 9

Burn - 8

Aroma - 8

Flavor - 10

Balance - 9
Finish- 10

Total Rating: 9.1

Smoke on guys and gals and remember, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

Cigar Review: Brick House Robusto

2010-02-02T07:32:00.000-06:00

I knew I wanted to review this cigar the moment I read about its release from the J.C. Newman Cigar Company. The Churchill received an awesome '91' rating from Cigar Aficionado Magazine in its last issue of 2009. I planned in indulging in one of those for this review, but when my local cigar shop only had one robusto left, I took it as a sign. According to brickhousecigars.com, the robusto lies more on the medium flavored front than its counterparts that finish more on the fuller side.

First, a little background for the uneducated. The original Newman, Julius Caesar (J.C.) Newman, immigrated to America in 1888. Seven short years later he founded J.C. Newman Cigar Co., which is the oldest family-owned cigar maker still standing in the U.S. today. One of Newman's earliest releases was Brick House, an omage to his heritage. Growing up as a child in his village, the building he called home was the only brick structure around. It was not only his home, but also served as the town's tavern. For decades, his friends, family, neighbors and travelers gathered at the end of a hard day's work to drink, eat, smoke and enjoy the company of others.

Of course, like all other ol' world cigars, J.C. made most of his prized products from the rich tobacco that hailed from Cuba. The original Brick House was no exception. Today, the company is run by J.C.'s grandsons, Eric and Bobby, who have re-released this omage in their family's honor. The 2009 edition of Brick House is an all-Nicaraguan product from wrapper to filler. The lush,well-balanced cigar hasn't lost any richness.

The Brick House robusto is perfectly shaped, at five inches in length with a 54 ring gauge. This oily, richly colored puro is ripe for the smoking. The pre-light taste and aroma is earthy and has a hint of spice. I cut the cap off with my guillotine cutter, and savored the pre-light scent once more. I bite down on the toothy cap and inhale for the draw dry taste. I can tell that robust earthiness is going to be the foundation for this cigar, but I have a feeling it will be very complex with hints of maple now coming though. I chose to light the robusto with a match, as I have been favoring them lately on my smaller cigars.

The first few puffs are nothing but a straight punch of earth with leathery notes. The draw is beautiful with cool, flavorful smoke that lingers softly on the palate. It's a little more mild than I first thought it would be, but overall the medium label fits really well.

As I approach the middle of stogie, maple and cedar really come into play. That maple note is absolutly fantastic! This truly is an unique cigar, with a very orginal flavorful profile. Did they really get all of these tobaccos from the same country? Makes you really think about all of the companies that spend so much time with blending multi-country cigars.

This baby burns incredibly even. No small feat since my dog bumped me mid-light and I blew out the match. I fumbled with lighting a second one as my intial light was noticiably off the mark on eveness. The ash is a gorgeous light gray and holds its form very well. I only ashed this cigar three times!

As the stogie nears the label, I begin to pick up some leather and nutty notes to compliment the earthy foundation that has made this cigar fantastic. I peel off the label for safe keeping and continue to enjoy. Is it just me, or is there anything better than a two hour robusto? Most people may cry foul at the idea of making a short smoke last so long, but I disagree. No matter the length/gauge I say it should take its natural course and be savored. If it takes 4 hours to take down a Churchill, then do it. Where does one need to be anyway?

I make this cigar last, and enjoy it all the way to the nub with no bitterness or heat. The smoke remained cool and flavorful to the end. Here is the kicker, the finish is enjoyable and has some ligering FRIUT! Yeah, I couldn't believe it myself.

What a smoke! I have spent time with a lot of members the cigar community lately, and I have heard a llot of them confess to not being fans of J.C.Newman/Fuente. Yeah, scary, I know. But, many have confessed to me that Brick House is a hit. Well, I agree implicity.

I have developed a rating system after some consideration of catagories. I am doing a 0-10 range with zero being worst and ten representing perfection.

My Ratings:

Appearance - 9
Pre-light taste- 8
Construction - 10

Draw - 10

Burn - 10

Aroma - 8

Flavor - 10

Balance - 9

Finish- 10

Total Rating: 9.3

Enjoy guys and gals, and remember, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best!

Regards,

Bear

Top ten cigar faux pas and idiosyncrasies that could ruin your cigar experience

2010-01-22T18:59:00.001-06:00

I knew I wanted to write a "Top Ten" list like this and the idea got some fire under it last week after a conversation with a good friend of mine. At age 26 and with only eight years of cigar experience, I do not pretend to know it all. Paul Garmirian once wrote that "taste is subjective, but a bad cigar is a bad cigar." I want to add a little bit to that. Yes, anyone has the right to enjoy a cigar and in the fashion that they fit. However, as my good friend, Chris, said the other day, "If people would take just a little time to research a little, it improves an experience tenfold."

I couldn't agree more.

That is where I feel this blog should fit in. I am writing down my reviews, experiences and stories for your enjoyment, with a little education on the side.

So, without further ado, here is my top ten list of faux pas and idiosyncrasies that will ruin (or marginally disrupt) your cigar experience...

10) Size Matters? - Get your mind out of the gutter and quit trying to compensate for something. Yes, there was a time when all I did was reach for a Churchill. God love'em, after all you get twice the cigar for just little more money. It was economical for me, but either way allows you to mature and experience all sizes; Robusto to Toro, Salomon to figurado, and yes, even Presidente. Grow up Count Chocula, size DOES NOT matter.

9) Is that a Cuban?- When puffing on your favorite stogie, either on your porch, in the park, or even at your local cigar shop, how many times have you heard this question? Let's put it this way, as a ratio from how many times I've been asked, first, versus how many Cubans I have actually smoked, the number looks like this: 100 to 1. That isn't an exaggeration. I get asked, probably 1 to 3 times per month. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am a cultural attaché to a South American country, visiting Texas and I brought my own Cubans!”

8) CIGARS STINK! - So does your mom! Just kidding, only when she doesn't bathe. I have approached this debate from many angles over the years and I have a conclusion. Just as taste is subjective, I suppose smell is too. On the other hand, I have had a few experiences like the following story by Paul Garmirian. In his book, Gourmet Guide to Cigars, Garmirian describes an instance where he was sitting at his desk in his office one night and a female colleague walked by and saw an unlit, still wrapped cigar by his side. “You’re not going to light that are you, Paul? Cigars smell terrible!” Garmirian being the gentleman that he is replied that he would abstain in her presence. Later that evening, after she had left, he lit the cigar and continued to work. The colleague returned and unbeknownst to the source, asked Garmirian what smelled “so heavenly.” Over the next few hours they had a candid chat about smoking and eventually the woman quit smoking cigarettes and moved onto cigars. Miracle worker!

7) I DIDN'T INHALE!- You better not. I get asked this almost as much as the Cuban question. Why would I inhale? I smoke because I enjoy life, not because I want to end mine. On the same note, I do see many first-timers and amateurs inhale. Althought mostly by accident or habit of smoking down cigarettes, inhaling occurs quite frequently among newcomers to cigar smoking. That really doesn't bother me as much as the fact that it turns many of these people away from cigars altogether. I remember introducing cigars to a one-time girlfriend, who commented, "Not bad, but I think I like cigarettes better." Oh, the agony! Never mind, her first puff was inhaled deeply then exhaled through the nose. Pretty bad ass at the time, but even now it is pretty brutal to think what that would do to one's nasal passages. If you haven't figured this out yet, take this under serious advisement. Cigars are about flavor not about inhaling smoke into your lungs and dying from lung cancer.

6) TOOTY FRUITY- This next one is going to be seriously sexist, so I apologize profusely upfront. If you have a penis, you should NEVER smoke a flavored cigar. Guys- if you have, all is forgiven if you never do it again. Ladies- if you must, continue. Mango belongs in fruit salad and Amaretto should only be mixed with 7up. "But why, Bear? They taste so good. Didn't you just say that cigars are about flavor?" Damn, you caught me. Yes, flavor is important, but the fastest way to taint your palate for cigars is with flavored ones. Key fact: all flavored cigars are laced with sugars to create that false flavoring you love so much. Ok guys and gals; let's take a trip back down memory lane to AP Chemistry. I know, I know. Who really wants to remember high school, but indulge me for a moment. We all know that sugar burns, but it is the temperature at which it burns that is important. Sugars burn incredibly hot and will destroy taste buds. Keep the fruit as an after school snack and graduate to the wonderful world of real cigars.

5) WHERE'D MY STOGIE GO? - It is considered rude to pick and cut someone else's cigar. That is one of cigar etiquette rules 101. I will say that many of my friends ask me to pick and cut out cigars for them all the time, and I will continue to be more than happy to oblige them. However, if I see anymore examples of people leaving half of their cigar in the ashtray after cutting it, I just may hurl it at them. The risk does not just lay with cutting too much cigar, but also destroying the construction of the cigar. On most cigars there is a clear and defined "cap" on the end of the cigar. With a traditional cutter, one should cut just below the line or on the "shoulder" as it is called. If you cut too much of the cigar the wrapper may come undone and/or the burn's consistency may falter. One brief story. At a bachelor party I was attending, a very generous guest supplied a stash of genuine havanas (Yes, Cubans) he'd been saving up. All the lads were giddy as schoolgirls, including myself, and we all chose our sticks and the oooing and ahhing began. As we all cut our cigars, one of the guys became the victim of some teasing as he had cut off quite a bit of his havana. I even tried to light it! The point is you don't want to disrupt your smoking experience, nor take a chance at potentially damaging or destroying your wrapper or cigar.

4) STUUUUUB OUUUUT! - The following is taken from a previous entry, as some of you already know my opinions on the dreaded "stub-out". A number of reasons include two that have to do with consideration: First off, if a cigar is stubbed out, the inevitable stench that lingers is lengthy and extremely unpleasing to even the aficionado's nose as well to the company around him/her. It is simply easier to let it burn down with no long-term lingering effects. The second reason, if given a cigar, it is extremely rude to put it out once lit. If one is done enjoying (or not enjoying) they need to let it burn out as well. A "stub-out," especially one that is premature, signals to the giver that the cigar was not good or to the taste of the individual in a very abrupt and rude fashion. One friend, in particular, continues to do this in my house even though I remind him each time that it is considered rude and it really stinks up my house. He doesn't do it on purpose, or at least I am convinced he doesn't, but if you are one of these people...PLEASE STOP!

3) FLAMMIN' HOT LIGHTS- Lighting a cigar may invariably seem like a simple task and one that is learned the easiest. Au contraire! With the hundreds of times that I have witnessed someone lighting their cigar I have seen it all from the perfect light to the most botched of jobs. People lighting with bic lighters and butane blow torches, it’s enough just keep my eyes from falling from jumping out of my head in disbelief. Lighting preference is, as most cigar concepts are, subjective. Yet, to see a fellow cigar smoker to point blow torch butane directly at the foot of their cigar and puff furiously is like nails on a chalk board for me, but it can't be enjoyable for them either. I know two guys who make lighting a cigar look as effortless as breathing, my brother, Shawn, being one and another friend, Trent, being the other. They'll take a simple cocktail book of matches, strike one, and form a perfect burned cherry at the end of their cigar. Oh, it's a masterpiece! I, on the other hand, am a cool lighter by trade. I don't inhale at all, I simply apply a butane lighter's flame to the foot for about 30 consecutive seconds and allow it to catch itself ablaze. Traditional? No. Cool? Yes.

2) WHAT'CHA SMELLING THERE BOY'O? - Everyone has no doubt seen this one. You're in the walk-in humidor at your local cigar shop and "that guy" walks in. You know, the one with the strut, probably wearing a suit and maybe even on a cell phone. He'll walk right over the Romeo y Julieta tubos or cedros, pick it up, and take a big ol' whiff! I do humbly admit (note: sarcasm) that plastic does smell really good, especially after a long day, but I usually abstain. What do these people expect to smell? I love it when they pretend to smell something and say, "Ahh, now that is the real McCoy." I usually reply with a sarcastic, "Yeah, nice." I turn to roll my eyes. Tool.

1) (TIE)

a) DO YOU HAVE A TICK? - I think this may be a direct indication of the society that we live in. Impatience does not mix with cigar smoking. Your cigar is not a cigarette; it does not need to be flicked constantly. Let it sit, let it burn, savor the moment....TRUST ME! The flavor of the cigar will be enjoyed much more, if you leave it alone.

-And-

b) PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON? - Smoking a cigar as indicated above is about the moment. It isn't a race. That being said, stop with the constant puffing. Oh, so you finished a toro in 15 mins flat, eh? Big deal, where did you need to be so badly? You should, ideally, take two puffs per minute. Seriously, this will allow your palate enough time to savor and discern the complexity of the cigar. If nothing else, it will give you more time to relax and enjoy some time with friends.

There you have it guys and gals, enjoy! And remember, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best!

Regards,

Bear

Reflections of 2009

2010-01-09T01:40:00.000-06:00

The year of 2009 was long and yet, short at the same time. As days seemed to drag, weeks flew by. Holidays, parties, and weddings came and went. Cigars burned down to the nub on a weekly basis. Yes, 2009 was indeed a good and interesting year.

In the last week of 2008, I proposed to the most amazing woman, Kris. For reasons still not understood, she said yes and early this spring I will start the rest of my life with her. It's at this opportunity, which I wish to thank her so far for her support and contribution to this blog. She has edited most of the posts, thus far, correcting my grammatical inventions, er errors. For a gal who doesn't know a robusto from a toro, or could tell the difference between a maduro wrapper and a Connecticut shade, she has supported my endeavor here from day one.

This is only the beginning guys and gals. I plan to continue this venture as long as cigars remain legal. Although these days it seems that it is more of a possibility, I don't honestly foresee the end result coming to that. But you really never know.

Some other thanks need to go out to my initial followers and supporters. I'd like to single out "Too Tall" for inspiring me to start this blog and being genuinely excited whenever I tell him about a new post.

Tonight, I smoked an Excelsior petite figurado given to me by one of my clients. The guy said he had this bundle of them aging in the back if his humidor for about 10 years! I told him that sounded awful and tried to give it back, but he forced it on me. Note: sarcasm. What is not sarcastic is how toothy this wrapper was, it basically was a 3-D topographical map of the Swiss Alps. The Excelsior was initially marketed by the Te-Amo brand to be their premium flagship. Filled with Mexican and Dominican long fillers and wrapped in a San Andrean grown Connecticut wrapper, Te-Amo may have been on to something here. Either way, the pre-lit smell and draw had a surprising dark raisin and spice to it that even Kris found interesting. The ash was a camouflage gray and silver that held its density even in the ash tray. The first few puffs retained the dark sweetness and had some mixed leather and earth. As I worked my way down the cigar, the burn was amazingly even considering this guy (yeah, me) did the worst light job on it in history. The peppered spice picked up in the middle and remained throughout, along with the dark sweetness. The finish was nice, not too long lingering, and retained that sweetness and a new component: pronounced nuttiness.

Stay tuned guys and gals, 2010 is going to be a great one. In the next couple of days, I will produce my first top ten list. The title of this list will be: THE TOP TEN THINGS NOT TO DO WITH YOUR CIGAR EXPERIENCE!

Get excited. As always guys and gals, there is nothing wrong with being the best.

Regards,
Bear

Stogie Tips: Pairing Champagne and Cigars

2009-12-31T07:36:00.002-06:00

Stogie Tips: Pairing Champagne and Cigars

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If any of you all are looking for some assistance in finding that perfect pairing to go with your bubbly, maybe this will help.

Whether it is 2009 or 2010, there is nothing wrong with knowing you're the best.

Regards,
Bear

A Cigar-Christmas Story.

2009-12-20T21:06:00.039-06:00

For those who don't know me, I reside in the Ft. Worth-Dallas Metroplex and, although there are many good things about the area, the following story probably won't shine a great light on a particular aspect of it. For that reason, I'm not going to mention specifics about which town I was in when this happened.

A brief history of myself: Every holiday season since I was a youth, it seems that I have the fortuitous blessing of having a very one-of-a-kind story happen to me. It seems only fitting at the beginning of my endeavor into the world of blogging that my Christmas Story 2009 revolve around cigars.

It was a dark and stormy night...

Too on the nose, I know.

It was actually a very pleasant afternoon as I drove across town to my sister's holiday game night. On long distance drives, I tend to indulge in a cigar or two to keep the edge off. My sister doesn't live too far, but when you drive in the Metroplex, especially during the holidays, you need a little extra something.

I was about two miles from her house when I turned off of one road and noticed a police patrol car following me. I did the knee-jerk reaction of looking at my speedometer and saw that I was doing just under the posted speed limit of 35 mph. I kept driving, never going faster that 36 mph, and the police car continued following directly behind me. Two blocks before her street, I remembered that she wanted me to get ice for the party.

As I turned into the parking lot of a CVS, I heard that unmistakable high-pitched sound. WHOOP, WHOOP. "Are you kidding me?!" I thought to myself. If this guy was going to light me up for two miles over the limit, I might vomit. I parked and waited for the officer to appear.

I rolled down my window when he approached. He asked for my license and proof of insurance and I passed it to him. Sparing you all on how he butchered my last name, he posed, "Mr. _____, do you know why I pulled you over?" "Officer, all I know is you've been behind me for about two miles, so no. No sir, I have no idea why you pulled me over." He looked at me, glanced in my car and looked down in my cup holder converted to a cigar holder. "What'cha smoking there?" I couldn't help my eyebrow moving up a notch and a chuckle going off in my head as he made a "sniff, sniff" noise. "A cigar, sir." "Are you sure?" "Yes, sir." "You're really sure," he asked again. "Yes, I am sure, that it is a cigar, sir," I said again. "Can I see it?" he asked. Without really answering, I handed over my cigar. He took it between his thumb and index finger and began to exam it all around and continued his obnoxious sniffing. After he was done looking it over like a monkey doing a math problem, he handed it back to me. Oh goody, I hope this guy washes his hands. "Okay, I'm going to let you off with a warning, but you may want to re-consider smoking while driving; it can be dangerous," he stated, having his voice drop an octave lower than what it had been. "Well, so can cell phones, but I'll consider that next time. Thank you officer. Merry Christmas," I responded.

A warning? What exactly did I do? I have to tell you, being a law-abiding citizen sucks. Next time, I'll make it worth it. Some water, baking soda,stir it up, I don't know the recipe, I'm just saying... Not one to embrace my inner convict, I guess the only thing to do is write this off as a fluke event and a great story.

If only it ended there.

This next part is for that feel-good part of this season that we all cherish.

On my way back home that night, I pulled off the highway and stopped at an intersection. It was about ten at night, and standing at the corner was the familiar sight of a homeless man on the corner with a unique sign. Burger and Fries, Please. It was a candid statement more than a request. The guy must have been cold; it wasn't subzero, but the temperature had dropped to the low 40s. Instead of going home, I made the turn toward a fast food joint. I ordered a double bacon cheeseburger with fries and a coffee. I made my way back to the guy and parked in a parking lot near him, rolled down my window and called out to him. "Hey buddy, got your burger and fries," I yelled. He walked over with slight puzzlement about him. He wore a worn-out Adidas wind breaker with jeans that had been faded by sun, dirt, and sweat. "Really?" he asked. "It's what your sign said," I chuckled. "I got you coffee, I hope you don't mind, you've got to be freezing." "Thanks," he muttered genuinely. I could tell the guy just wanted money instead, but was still grateful for a meal. He took a couple of fries from the bag and glanced inside my car. "Whatcha smokin'?" he asked.

Really?

No hesitation in my reaction. "Weed," I said simply. "Really?" he asked, his eyebrow raised. "No, just a cigar. Are you ok buddy, you want me to get you a ride to a shelter?" He said he was fine and thanked me for the meal. "You smoke cigars?" I asked. "Well, it's not like I can afford them, but sure." I reached in my bag and pulled out a La Flor Dominicana (my favorite) and handed it to him.

"Merry Christmas."

As always, guys and gals, there is nothing wrong with knowing you're the best. Happy Holidays, and to all a good night!

Regards,
Bear

Two schools of thought: Cigar bands and the pre-light draw

2009-12-15T23:17:00.028-06:00

I've had several comments about my second posting being a little too political for what I have proclaimed this blog to be. The good life is something to enjoy and not think too much about. I have already received many suggestions and a lot of support and I truly hope it continues.

The title of this entry may be a bit misleading because, as with everything, there is always more than one opinion about it. I wanted to tackle two subjects and some different perspectives on them.

Most people have their own routine when smoking a cigar. A la Tom Hanks from You've Got Mail, just like with Starbucks coffee it allows people with no decision making ability at all to make several decisions all at once. Tall, low fat, decaf, cappuccino. Same with a cigar. Once you decide on the brand of cigar, several other decisions must follow. What size? What type of cut? How to light? What to light with?

If you start to list everything out it can be a little overwhelming. But as I previously stated, everyone has their routine. My brother almost always elects for the V-cut on the end of his cigar, as my preference fluctuates between cigar sizes.

However, as the title states, I wish to focus on cigar bands and the pre-light draw for the time being.

The cigar band was put in place for very obvious reasons. H. Upmann, along with other brands, wanted their cigar to be noticed among all the other brands and to signal genuine Cuban or Havana ethnicity and distinction. In Europe, some parts of Asia, and Cuba it is considered rude or at the very least uncouth to smoke your cigar with the band still on. The offense of leaving the band on has to do with the mantra, "Not all cigars are created equal." Therefore, nobody should be offended that they can not afford or be able to attain less premium cigars than others. The concept is that everyone gets to enjoy their own. To me, this sounds like the ol' theory behind uniforms in public school. "No kids will get made fun of, if they are all dressed the same." Yeah, right. Once everyone is dressed alike, then nobody gets made fun for being fat, wearing glasses, talking with a lisp, or smelling poorly. Uniforms work wonders on my self-esteem, that's for sure.

I digress.

Today, in the U.S. and around the rest of the globe, it is widely ignored and/or accepted to leave the band on. In most American cigar communities it is accepted, because it allows others to see what you are smoking without asking or interrupting discussion.

From what I have personally noticed, it seems that most people prefer one way or the other. My brother always takes his band off before lighting, just after taking in the pre-lit aroma. I, like most, leave the band on until I have smoked the cigar down three-quarters. The heat and smoke funneling through the cigar typically loosens the band enough so that it can be removed without damaging the remaining quarter of the cigar.

But, let's "Tarantino" this post a bit and take it back to the beginning.

For over a year now, with every cigar I have indulged in, I take a moment to enjoy the pre-light aroma and draw. This is a very common practice among most aficionados, but considerably ignored by the passive smoker.

I would not say it is required or one "has" to do so, but I do feel that this is an underrated, overlooked concept that I really enjoy. First, there are few moments during the course of a cigar that match the initial scent of the bouquet of a particular cigar. Those first subtle notes of earth, leather, floral, coffee, cocoa, etc. almost make the cigar itself. After cutting the cigar, before I light the foot, I partake in a pre-lit draw (I inhale through the unlit stogie to taste some initial flavor). I enjoy this because not only does it allow me the opportunity to taste the wrapper, but I can also garner a feel for how tight or loose the actual lit draw will be.

As you can see, from beginning to end, the cigar is an experience to enjoy. As always guys and gals, there is nothing wrong with knowing you're the best!

Regards,
Bear

First Cigar Review: PUNCH UPPERCUT

2009-12-10T07:33:00.000-06:00

I'd like to give a brief general history, as well as personal experience, of the Punch Brand before I launch into the much anticipated review of their newest release: the Uppercut.

Punch was founded in 1840 and named after a European puppet show character, Mr. Punch. Fast forward to the 20th Century, when the Great Depression really pushed the cigar industry to limits of hardship and many well-known brands and companies went under. After the Stock Market crashed in 1929 the brand was bought up by the firm Fernandez, Palacio y Cia where it quickly became the headlining label alongside Belinda, La Escepcion, and Hoyo de Moneterrey. The brand was especially popular in Great Britain were it caught the attention of one man in particular.

Winston Churchill had his first Punch Cigar in 1895 when he was stationed in Cuba during his military career. Over the next 70 years he was rarely without a large cigar that have come to bear his name. Punch cigars were always his favorites, as he often proclaimed, "I am man of simple taste, easily satisfied by the best."
Punch became a split entity after Fidel Castro took control of Cuba in 1959. The trade embargo between the U.S. and Cuba in addition to the nationalization of the cigar industry was more than enough for Fernando Palacio to flee to Florida where he subsequently sold his labels to Frank Llaneza and Dan Blumenthal who still manufacture them today for the American market.

With much respect to Llaneza, who also makes Sancho Panza which happens to be one of my favorite labels, from my own personal experience Punch cigars have never historically hit the spot for me. I have found their flavor to be bland with a tendency to dry out and become very bitter at the end of a cigar. I can usually forgive a bitter end to a cigar if the body of it is outstanding in flavor and construction. However, I have not found that to be true with Punch. My in-laws-to-be did present me with a gift of two Punch Gran Puro robustos last year amid an array of several other samplings that actually were pretty amazing. A few of my friends who know of my taste asked me why I chose the Uppercut as my first review. The answer was pretty simple: something new and unexpected.

The pre-light aroma and dry draw is surprisingly sweet with hints of dark cherry and caramel. The Ecuadorian Sumatra wrapper has a slight red tint to it with some veins and a little toothiness. There are two large bands which depart from the traditional red ones that Punch usually display, blue and gold. I personally saved them for my band collection that I still have no idea what I am going to do with.

This Punch lights perfectly, with an even burn and beautiful gray ash. While the sweet notes were the highlight here, the real surprise came in the first few puffs. With no pun intended at all here, this cigar comes out swinging, hitting hard and having sustained strength throughout the beginning of the cigar. The draw was very nice, with not much pull required. In fact, as the cigar began to burn down, the ash "bloomed" slightly with the outer wrapping burning to the side. This may be a good time to mention that the binder and filler hail from Nicaragua. The filler is a speciality blend of tobacco that comes from the Isle de Ometepe. Ometepe is an island that was formed from the volcano that sits in the middle of the island. The soil has proved to be extremely nutritious and the cloud cover of the island provides perfect shade for amazing tobacco.

The draw remained consistent throughout as well as the flavor. The hint of dark cherry sustained throughout the length of the cigar. While the caramel faded quickly, rich coffee and leather notes came about half an inch down and was delicious. This cigar proved to be very simple, yet consistent, throughout the core. The leather became the dominant of the two flavors and the richness of the coffee proved to be a great balancing characteristic.

As the cigar creeped toward the nub, I started to cringe, half-expecting the bitterness to come has it always has with most Punch cigars I've lit up. Three quarters down the wonderful aroma of pepper seeped into the bouquet and the smoke began to produce more copiously than before. The sweetness of the cherry with some added spice finished this cigar quite well.

I really enjoyed this cigar. It was a nice surprise and I recommend this cigar to any fan of medium to full-bodied stogies. At about $5.50 MSRP, this stick would make a nice Christmas gift to anyone you don't know what to get and not take a huge toll on your pocketbook. Enjoy dear readers, enjoy.

Regards,
Bear

"Cigar smoking knows no politics. It's about the pursuit of pleasure, taste, and aroma." - Anonymous

2009-12-04T07:20:00.000-06:00

The truth about this quote, although we would all love it to be true, is that it is utterly and completely false. These days Cigar smoking is, if anything, political.

This last February, President Obama signed into law the State Children's Health Insurance Program (SCHIP) paving the way for at least 4 million children to have health coverage that they could not have otherwise been eligible for. Most of you know where this is going and before everyone labels me as a monster, please hear me out. This bill does a lot of great things and will provide health care to families that otherwise couldn't afford it. What is the downside? The funding for this program has come strictly from a tax implemented on the tobacco industry. In fact, it has implemented what amounts to an "import" tax on American tobacco. Yeah, you read that right, an import tax on a domestic product.

"So, what are you saying Bear? You want millions of kids to get sick and have no care?" Well, those who know me know that is the furthest from the truth. My argument is to spread the tax to many products, goods, and services. How about smacking the strip bars with a 10% tax increase this year to pay for children's health care. Sound better to you? It does to me.

Look, like I said before, I am not opposed to this bill, but I am opposed to singling out something to pay for it. Just as in my first post, it is not fair or just to single out a particular part of anything. This country has traditionally been about a level playing field. Is it always? No. In many cases, not by a long shot.

I will end with this; if my cigar costs more because of anything, I am GLAD that it is going towards a noble cause like this one. However, next time Mr. President, let's spread the wealth around a bit, ok? Besides, every American knows that you are not paying for your two-pack-a-day habit.

What's that? You cut it down to one pack per day?

Well, he would wouldn't he? Even though he may not pay for his cigarettes, at least he helped out the American tax payer by cutting that expense by 50%.

All sarcasm aside, I promise that a majority of my posts will not be this polarizing and negative. This blog is about the good life and I intend to spread the word, but not at the expense of ignoring what is going on around me.

Tonight I indulged in a La Aurora Leoninos Robusto. A savory cigar from the oldest, most respected factory in the Dominican Republic. In fact, this was the very first cigar to don the incredible Corojo wrapper, that everyone knows I am a huge fan of. For the uninitiated, the Corojo leaf is indigenous to the Dominican Republic and is the best thing to come out of the country since David "Big Papi" Ortiz was born. The corojo is famous for its dense, thick texture and rich flavor. The filler is another brilliant trifecta: Cuban-seed Dominican, Nicaraguan, and Bahia. The reviews I've read claim this to be a medium that finishes full-bodied. I'll set the record straight for you. It is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT full body. It starts with a savory cedar pre-light and front, followed by a palate pleasing cumulus smoke and bouquet filled with ample flavor and spice. I smoked mine from foot to nub with no bitterness in sight or smell. The '89' rating that it received back in the day is well deserved if not underrated.

As always guys and gals, I am much obliged and grateful for your opinions and critiques of my work. Thanks goes out to the first viewers and followers. Keep your chin up and just like before, there is nothing wrong with knowing you are the best.

Regards,

Bear

In the beginning...

2009-12-02T16:20:00.000-06:00

Although it may seem corny, or perhaps lame, I feel it necessary to introduce myself. After all, this is my first submission and, in fact, my first attempt at a blog of any kind. I do comment on sports websites and will always lodge myself into the breach of the eternal Boston Red Sox-New York Yankee rivalry. But, for arguments sake, this is my first go-around.

The name is Bear, yes just like the animal, and no, not like the brand of paint. I am a college-educated male that comes by the way of Texas and who enjoys the finer things in life. Although other things (i.e. liquor, beer, wine, food, golf and poker) may seep in from time to time, this blog's primary focus will be about the wonderful and often misunderstood world of cigars.

As for the title of my blog: SNOB, it's simple; there is nothing wrong with knowing you're the best. I love, and feel that everyone should agree, quality over quantity in nearly every capacity. I don't buy the most expensive toilet paper, by any stretch, but I certainly stay away from single ply. I do humbly admit, at the birth of my introduction to cigars I was all over Black and Milds, Swisher Sweets and Titan Phillies. On seldom occasion, I revert back to my "childhood" to remember where "I came from" and for sentimental reasons. It was my brother, Shawn, who shared my first cigar with me on my 18th birthday, a white-tipped, filtered Swisher Sweet. Man, I was the coolest guy that night.

For the next eight years, I have smoked many, many cigars. Some were tremendous, each one being like one of the best moments in my life. And others, like sucking a bowling ball through a straw, getting smacked in the teeth with it and then licking an 80-year-old, unwashed ash tray. But, each time, whether alone or with awesome company, has been a treasured moment. Each of these moments I look back on as a collection of fond memories.

I love the finer things, I love a good cigar, and I really resent the label that it gives me. Yes, the title of this blog may turn some away, the content will more than likely be the killer, but I wish the offense of my indulgence did not exist. I'll pursue this avenue a bit more in the coming weeks and months, but for now let me share a story that I think, cigar smoker or not, will shock, at least, slightly unnerve most people.

One day this past year, a friend and I were in a restaurant in a community that still actually allows smoking inside. The name of the establishment is irrelevant, but the following course of events is not. After my friend and I finished our meal, we proceeded to the bar area, where smoking was permitted. I reached into my coat and pulled out two Drew Estate's Acid Blondie's. We cut, lit and began to enjoy the end to a good meal. After about 15 minutes, a manager came over and asked us to put out our cigars. Feeling that perhaps we misunderstood or were in the wrong location, I asked to be pointed in the direction of the permitted smoking area. He said were were in it, but if we wanted to continue to enjoy our cigars "we were welcome to do so outside," but if we wanted to remain inside, we needed to put them out. Well, my friend was finishing up a cocktail and we didn't want to leave at that moment, so we hesitantly agreed and ceased our puffing. My friend continued to enjoy his cocktail and since I wasn't smoking I decided to order some dessert. I ordered from our waitress and ten minutes passed and the manager returned to our table. He asked me very politely, I may add, if we could please refrain from smoking. My friend exclaimed that we hadn't smoked since he had left us, pointing to our cigars in the ashtray. "They're still smoking," he replied, "And I am continuing to get complaints from our other patrons." Smokers attacking cigar smokers? No way.

As many of you know, or should have been taught, you do not simply "stub out" a cigar. A number of reasons include two that have to do with consideration: First off, if a cigar is stubbed out, the inevitable stench that lingers is lengthy and extremely unpleasing to even the aficionado's nose as well to the company around him/her. It is simply easier to let it burn down with no long-term lingering effects. The second reason, if given a cigar, it is extremely rude to put it out once lit. If one is done enjoying (or not enjoying) they need to let it burn out as well. A "stub-out," especially one that is premature, signals to the giver that the cigar was not good or to the taste of the individual in a very abrupt and rude fashion. One friend, in particular, continues to do this in my house even though I remind him each time that it is considered rude and it really stinks up my house. He doesn't do it on purpose, or at least I am convinced he doesn't, but if you are one of these people...PLEASE STOP!

To return to the story, the manager asked us to "stub-out" the cigars. I refused, explaining the reason above in a calm, relaxed manner. My friend was starting to get visibly annoyed, and I could tell that neither one of us was going to be able to take much more of this. The manager then said, "Well, I will not be able to bring your dessert out until you decide to comply with my request." Let's get one thing straight, there was no requesting of any kind, this was a demand. Frankly, it was one I just did not understand. I looked all around as it was now apparent that we were causing a tiny scene. Well, Daddy likes an audience and my friend had downed the rest of his cocktail and was on his feet before I could get my response out. I retorted, "Sir, so let me make sure that I understand. You are not going to allow me to pay you for an item until I refrain from smoking in the clearly marked smoking section, in which we are not smoking anymore!?" He nodded. "Just out of curiosity, if I decided to light up a Camel, would you object?," I continued. "Well no..." he said, his voice fading. "That's ridiculous!" I exclaimed again. "So, are you saying that even though I have followed every rule that your establishment has required of me, I still am not able to enjoy a post-meal cigar? Who has a problem with it?" "I do!!!" a woman from behind us screamed. "I have a problem with you smoking your cigar in here where the rest of us are enjoying a cigarette!!" The woman was a mid-40's, cigarette in hand, leathery skin, bleached blond hair, with about a dozen other butts in the ashtray. My friend turned around and nearly threw up in his mouth from laughter. I began to laugh as well, and some surrounding tables joined in. Well, the sheer ironic stupidity was enough for me to walk out without my dessert and my friend "forgetting" to pay for his cocktail. A few weeks later, my friend said that someone he knew had gone into the restaurant and saw a huge sign hanging over the bar: NO CIGARS ALLOWED. My friend and I have not returned for obvious reasons as I am quite sure that he may be dodging an arrest warrant for aggravated laughter assault and cocktail robbery.

I have never been a fan of cigarettes, but I think that killed any desire for me to ever partake. I think it's bad enough that many of our options for smoking cigars have/are been taken away, but to not even be able to commune with other smokers? There is a line, and that lady crossed it. But never fear, she won't be alone. She soon will have emphysema to keep her company (-- that is if the rat poison inside her cigarette doesn't get her first).

Tonight, I am enjoying a recent favorite of mine, a Blue Label Robusto. It is a Honduran beauty of a cigar, with a trifecta of Nicaraguan, Honduran, and Dominican long-fillers secured by a zesty Corojo binder. It is a mighty complex cigar that is highlighted by a leathery and dense Habano wrapper. The smoke is plentiful and cool to the palate with a radiant bouquet of cedar and pepper. As you get towards the middle of the cigar, a surprise dousing of vanilla and oak hits you. The finish is a lingering, pleasant finale of pepper and leather. Knowing the complexity of the cigar and aura of sweet vanilla that comes with it, I decided to pair it with a night cap of a Vanilla Latte. The two went very nicely together, and of course the vanilla from the cigar was amplified by the accompanied drink.

I look forward to this being the first of many entries and I hope you all enjoy them. Always remember, there is nothing wrong with knowing you're the best.

Regards,

Bear