The rain is coming down gently now. The map says it is going to get rougher later, like it will beat the ground as if it owed it money. Power, that sweet juice that runs the world and all that's in it-civilization-may or may not go out. Out to where is anyone's guess.
I've got my newest acquisition, a Castello stack (74) (got it from Mike Glucker of Briarblues fame- remember him from the IRC days!) going with some Dominican Glory Maduro while I sit outside on the porch. The blend is really singing in harmony- the top leaf, no doubt sun cured, from the cigar tobacco has melded with the Virginia leaf. The results are absolutely sublime, even for a hearty, fuller flavored (but not laden with nicotine for this scribe) tobacco. It's almost like you can see the rich, loamy soil of the Caribbean that grows one part of this blend taking the Virginia of the red clay and black soil of the Piedmont region and watching them take to the stage for a soulful duet. Do they sing a jazz number? Maybe. The riffing off of one another is quite evident in this blend.
The weather is just right for this tobacco tonight- as the rain washes away the pollen, so too do the smoke clouds get torn asunder when they are delivered out into the open, seen thrashed in the orange haze of a parking lot light.
Good evening to all. Morning to some.