Morning smoke. Sad day. Learned earlier that one of my 3 favorite tobaccos, Bengal Slices, is now no more. Discontinued. I have a bit more than half a tin left, and I'll spin that out as long as I can. But had to reminisce with a miniature full of it. T'will be sorely missed, t'will, t'will.
Early afternoon smoke, a continuation of homemade cigar trials. Same picture as the other 'cause they all look the same. This one loaded with Sunday Picnic.
Uhhhhh . . . nah. Ya know, cigars or cigarillos are more, to me at least, action oriented. This fella burnt evenly and tasted like Sunday Picnic, and I got 20 minutes out of it. But Orientals are more complex tobaccos, and every puff tasted somewhat different. To me, this is not why I go to cigars and I probably won't do this one again. Champagne in a tin cup.
As I mentioned yesterday, the efforts with monochromatic or one flavour aromatics (Sir Walter Raleigh and Capt Black Cherry Cavendish) were stellar, and both myself and my two buddies agreed, as good as any out of the pack llittle cigars we've tried. Don't know what tomorrow's adventure will be, but I'll post it when it's done.