This evening my wife joined me on the deck for a Native Spirit menthol while I had a Romeo y Julieta 1875 Petit Bully. The best times are when she’s by my side.
This was her third cigarette since 1985. I’ve always found cigarettes nasty, but I could smell some pleasant tobacco in the smoke.
The RyJ was the third from a tin I bought in January. The first, in January, had a draw so tight that I had to toss it. The second, in March, was a little easier. This one, after 6 months in the humidor, had a much easier draw, but also a much stronger flavor, much more coffee I think. Not my favorite, but not unpleasant either. It was a nice, relaxing way to end the day.