As far as cigars in the summer goes... I don’t think I had even heard someone tell me this, nor state it as a rule. It’s just how my tastes go. YMMV
Well, some things just seem right... like white wine with seafood.
As far as cigars in the summer goes... I don’t think I had even heard someone tell me this, nor state it as a rule. It’s just how my tastes go. YMMV
I do love muscadine wine...hell, anything muscadine. Duplin makes a wine called Twilight they only offer at the winery on a limited basis which at the moment is my favorite.I can't bring myself to drink hot cocoa in the summertime.
I'm not all that fond of ice cream in the winter.
Turkey, pecan pie, winter squashes, and most stews just give me such a Fall aesthetic that I don't usually eat them at any other time.
Being surrounded by my orchard, I don't crave fruits when they aren't in their seasons usually.
Deep red wines on a hot day do not appeal to me, nor does latakia... for me. A cigar in the cold air has less taste, less flavor, the air is thin and the smoke is thick.
This is just me. I am not in the spicy mood in the Fall or Spring.
But, on a sultry night, after a long day ion the sun, a cigar brings to me the drums of the Caribbean, the sweet sweat of beautiful women, rich leathery spicy, smoke along with a fruity concoction beverage, recovering from a sun burn and shower, my straw hat, white pants, bare feet, out by the swimming pool with the linger aromas of coconutty enhanced skin, the pheromones of beautiful women, the latin music, drums, and a spicy salsa rhythm... The Girl from Ipanema goes walking...
That's when I break into the humidor and grab a stick of the aromas of Habana. The dark oily smoke, the smells of human beings, sweet sweat, passion... That's a fucking cigar.
I know, I know, some guys all huddle up with other shitty smelly old men in rooms and smoke cigars, where the aromas of tractor grease, motorcycle fumes, and Goop hand cleaner is their thing. And, that's good for them. But, I don't care top be anywhere near that scene.
If someone doesn't have any sense of season, and people want to smoke what they want when they want... fine by me. I see no problem with that. But for me, a fresh peach pie and a glass of dry muscadine wine is best enjoyed in the early Fall. I do what appeals to me.
I can totally agree with the sense of season. Certain things just fit. truthfully though I enjoy cigars and pipes equally in all seasons. But I live in the Pacific Northwest where if fairly temperate all year round.I can't bring myself to drink hot cocoa in the summertime.
I'm not all that fond of ice cream in the winter.
Turkey, pecan pie, winter squashes, and most stews just give me such a Fall aesthetic that I don't usually eat them at any other time.
Being surrounded by my orchard, I don't crave fruits when they aren't in their seasons usually.
Deep red wines on a hot day do not appeal to me, nor does latakia... for me. A cigar in the cold air has less taste, less flavor, the air is thin and the smoke is thick.
This is just me. I am not in the spicy mood in the Fall or Spring.
But, on a sultry night, after a long day ion the sun, a cigar brings to me the drums of the Caribbean, the sweet sweat of beautiful women, rich leathery spicy, smoke along with a fruity concoction beverage, recovering from a sun burn and shower, my straw hat, white pants, bare feet, out by the swimming pool with the linger aromas of coconutty enhanced skin, the pheromones of beautiful women, the latin music, drums, and a spicy salsa rhythm... The Girl from Ipanema goes walking...
That's when I break into the humidor and grab a stick of the aromas of Habana. The dark oily smoke, the smells of human beings, sweet sweat, passion... That's a fucking cigar.
I know, I know, some guys all huddle up with other shitty smelly old men in rooms and smoke cigars, where the aromas of tractor grease, motorcycle fumes, and Goop hand cleaner is their thing. And, that's good for them. But, I don't care top be anywhere near that scene.
If someone doesn't have any sense of season, and people want to smoke what they want when they want... fine by me. I see no problem with that. But for me, a fresh peach pie and a glass of dry muscadine wine is best enjoyed in the early Fall. I do what appeals to me.
Amen, I was the same way into my 30's then after 40 I turned like you did. Do what you want and when you want.Puff what you like, like what you puff, besides who gives a ?. Up to my Thirties I lived my life like everyone was looking at me. 40s to 60s I said screw em I’m gonna do what I want to do, screw em. At 60 I found out nobody was watching me. Say La Vie.!