This past fall, I took my truck out to get serviced and forgot to bring a pipe. I wandered down the road to a Holiday gas station for a cup of that “campfire” coffee. Vile stuff; I have to have it once in a while. On the way to the register, I made a stop at the cigar shelf and snagged a Peach White Owl.
Good cigar it was not, dry, heavily flavored cheap cigar leaf held to a tube with a processed tobacco sheet wrapper and a plastic mouthpiece. It didn’t suck, and paired nicely with the hot atomic-sludge-in-a-cup. I remember these awful hauntingly fruity cigars being fairly popular in my Rogers Park neighborhood back in the day.
I would have preferred a bowl of Paladin.
I sometimes have moments of bad taste. ?