Afternoon Indulgence: Cake, Coffee, and a Cigar

It was a lazy afternoon—but in my defense, there was cake. Colleen had made an absolutely delectable Coconut Pistachio Layer Cake when our son and daughter-in-law visited last weekend. She set aside a couple of slices for us before sending the leftovers home with them. We decided to enjoy the cake with our afternoon coffee, and the thought of a sweet treat gave me the urge to follow it with an afternoon cigar.

Perusing my humidor, I came across a Zino Nicaragua. This cigar arrived in January as part of the Luxury Cigar Club monthly package and had been resting since. Zino is a budget-friendly line from the Davidoff company. In all honesty, it hadn’t intrigued me when it arrived, and I had mentally categorized it as a light afternoon option with coffee. But with the sweet cake in the mix, now seemed like the right time to light it up.

The Zino Nicaragua Toro is a 6 x 50 stick wrapped in a smooth Ecuadorian Connecticut Shade Habano leaf. A Nicaraguan binder encases a blend of Dominican, Honduran, and Nicaraguan fillers. The cigar gives off a faint hay aroma, and once lit, the smoke is thin and mild. Right off the bat, I pick up muted notes of sweet cream and salt. There’s a bread-like quality that persists throughout—think Wonder White Bread crust. In the second half, a touch of white pepper tingles the tongue, adding a bit more interest. The mild sweetness lingers, even leaving a light coating on my lips toward the end.

The Zino Nicaragua burned well, requiring no touchups despite the mild afternoon breeze—or even after I set it down to fetch more coffee. I imagine it would be a fine smoke for those who enjoy milder cigars. While it paired nicely with the rich Coconut Pistachio cake and complemented my coffee, I found it somewhat pedestrian for my tastes.

Still, I thoroughly enjoyed my afternoon smoke, and coffee while doing a bit of reading in my yard by the unlit fire pit. The light breeze and dappled afternoon sun filtering through the trees made for a relaxing repast. The trees were alive with birdsong and activity, creating a peaceful setting for a cool spring afternoon.

Cheers!

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A Taste of Spring: Southern Draw Firethorn and Bulleit Bottled in Bond

With the forecast predicting warm weather for the weekend, I was looking forward to enjoying a relaxing cigar and whiskey on the screen porch Friday evening. I’m allowing myself only limited moments with these pleasures as I continue healing from surgery.

The anticipation built over the afternoon, marked by several visits to my humidor as I debated what to smoke. With so many tempting choices, it was a pleasant dilemma.

I decided to revisit something I’d smoked before rather than sampling one of the newer acquisitions from the past few months. Another priority was selecting one of the older cigars in the humidor. I generally prefer not to age cigars for more than a year or so — I find that full-bodied smokes can lose some of their boldness with extended aging. Of course, there are exceptions. Eventually, I chose a Southern Draw Firethorn Pome, presented in a Lancero vitola.

The Firethorn was part of a Southern Draw Lancero pack I picked up in September 2023, meaning it had aged about 18 months in my humidor. This 6.5 x 40 Lancero features a delicate pigtail cap and a closed foot. Its Ecuadorian Habano Rosado wrapper encases a Mexican San Andrés binder and Nicaraguan filler. It’s an elegant, luxurious-looking cigar that feels just right in the hand.

Once the closed foot was burned, the draw offered ideal resistance. The initial flavors were a robust blend of pepper and cinnamon, softened by a creamy nuttiness. As the Firethorn progressed, notes of mixed nuts emerged, complemented by a creamy coffee essence. Throughout, the pepper and spice profile remained pleasantly present.

I typically enjoy Lanceros with an afternoon coffee. The format demands a certain level of attention to maintain an even burn without overheating. Since I wasn’t overly focused on the cigar this time, I did need to relight it twice over the 90-minute smoke, though it still delivered plenty of rich smoke.

Choosing a beverage for the evening was an easier decision. A few weeks ago, I picked up a bottle of Bulleit Bottled in Bond Bourbon — the distillery’s first Bottled in Bond release, which hit shelves in February 2025. Distilled in the spring of 2017 and aged for seven years, I was pleasantly surprised to find it available so quickly at Virginia’s ABC stores. I had been eagerly waiting to crack it open and had a good feeling it would pair well with the Firethorn.

As per Bottled in Bond regulations, the bourbon is bottled at 100 proof. While the law only requires a minimum of four years of aging, Bulleit chose to age this release for seven years.

Upon pouring, rye spice, vanilla, and sweet chocolate greeted my nose. Using a Glencairn glass for my initial tasting helped concentrate the aromas, making the nosing a delight. On the palate, the first sip delivered a distinct dried fruit sweetness, with apple and date standing out. Layers of vanilla, brown sugar, and dry nuts soon followed, balanced by a vibrant rye spice. The finish was long, with the warmth of spice and lingering sweetness.

The Bulleit Bottled in Bond Bourbon was thoroughly enjoyable. It took some discipline to resist pouring another glass. Given its limited release and the surprising seven-year age statement, I think I’ll be on the lookout for a backup bottle. At under $60, it’s well worth it and could easily become a regular sipper while it’s still available.

The pairing with the Southern Draw Firethorn was exceptional. The bourbon and cigar complemented each other remarkably well. Combined with the warmth of the sun on my neck, the evening on the screen porch was a delightful preview of spring. It was a welcome interlude amid the limitations of my ongoing recovery.

Cheers!

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A Porchside Tradition: Cigars, Seasons, and the Vase That Knows

I’ve been tossing cigar bands into this flower vase for a while now. It gets filled, emptied, and filled again, time after time. I’m not entirely sure why I started, but it does add a touch of cigar-themed décor to the porch.

When I retired last May, I emptied the vase, and since then, it’s slowly filled back up. Not every cigar I smoke ends up contributing to the collection, but most of the ones enjoyed on the deck or porch do. Now, it’s time to empty it once more and start the cycle anew. With the arrival of warmer weather and a return to regular cigar smoking, I expect it will fill faster than it did over the winter.

Cheers!

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A Birthday in Lent: Quiet Moments and Simple Pleasures

My birthday each year falls somewhere within the season of Lent. That means any celebrations are typically subdued, with the occasion often more notably marked after Easter. This year, the day landed on a Friday in Lent, and combined with my ongoing recovery from back surgery, the observance was especially low-key.

But that doesn't mean the day wasn't enjoyed. After a relaxing afternoon, we had a simple dinner of fish and chips. As is proper, a tall glass of Guinness Stout Nitro accompanied the meal. While it didn’t quite have the same magic as enjoying a pint in a pub in Ireland, it was still thoroughly satisfying.

During this post-surgery period, I've been limiting my indulgence in both alcoholic beverages and cigars. Part of that is simply because pain and disrupted sleep diminish the enjoyment of those finer things. However, marking another completed year—an accomplishment not without its challenges—certainly warranted a special treat. Or two.

I had, not surprisingly, been anticipating the pleasure of a cigar and bourbon for some weeks. I wanted something flavorful but not exceptionally strong, so had a while back had decided on an Oliva Serie V Melanio. The selected cigar, a perennial favorite, is a box-pressed 5 x 52 Robusto with a chocolatey Ecuadorian grown Sumatra-seed wrapper. It has a Nicaraguan binder and the filler leaves are a blend of Nicaraguan Habano tobaccos from the Jalapa region. 

The rich blend of aged tobaccos produced a smoke brimming with creamy notes of chocolate, coffee, and toasted bread. Subtle hints of black pepper and sweetness lingered in the background, and the finish left a pleasant nuttiness alongside the spice. It's a cigar that pairs wonderfully with sweet bourbon or even a black coffee.

For my drink, I spied a bottle of Old Grand-Dad 114 with just a small pour remaining. It seemed like the perfect choice for a relaxed evening. This high-rye bourbon, bottled at 114 proof, offers an aromatic nose of spicy rye and brown sugar with a noticeable yet not overpowering alcohol warmth. On the palate, it delivers a delightful blend of brown sugar and caramel, accented by bold rye spice and a touch of cinnamon. The long and satisfying finish leaves a lasting impression of warmth and spice. At under $35 a bottle, Old Grand-Dad 114 deserves to be a staple on my shelf, and I’ll be sure to replace this one soon.

I savored the cigar and bourbon while enjoying a peaceful hour on the screened porch. The springtime air had a slight chill, comfortably mitigated by the propane heater nearby. It's likely this will be the last time the heater sees use until the fall. While my enjoyment of cigars will remain limited and sporadic over the next few months, this celebratory interlude was deeply appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed.

Cheers!

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Irish Cheer at Home: Cocktails, Comfort Food, and Classic Cinema

As I continue to recover from back surgery, the days have started blending together. But the Feast of St. Patrick provided a welcome break from the routine. Even the simple act of getting a ride to the barbershop in the morning felt like a treat! However, the highlight of the day was undoubtedly the food and drink enjoyed in celebration of the Feast Day.

To kick things off, I prepared a pre-dinner cocktail — a twist on a bourbon classic called the Revolver. This variation, the "Irish Revolver," features Irish Whiskey instead of bourbon. I used 2 ounces of Jameson Black Barrel, half an ounce of Mr. Black Coffee Liqueur, and a few dashes of orange bitters. The ingredients were combined in a rocks glass over a single cube of ice. To finish, I expressed and garnished with an orange peel. The result was a sweet, coffee-forward drink that was quite enjoyable.

Next came our traditional St. Patrick's Day dinner of Irish Beef Stew, served alongside Irish Soda Bread. The brown stew, made with Guinness Stout, was hearty with tender potatoes and carrots. True to tradition, we enjoyed it with an extra scoop of mashed potatoes, a custom we picked up during our travels to the Emerald Isle. Colleen had actually baked the Soda Bread over the weekend, and we had already been savoring it with our morning coffee for a couple of days. Thankfully, the stew promises to be just as delightful in the form of leftovers over the next few meals.

And what’s a feast without dessert? Colleen prepared a decadent Chocolate Whiskey Cake to round out the evening. This dark chocolate indulgence, made with both coffee and whiskey, was a perfect ending to our meal. I was pleasantly surprised that the Irish Whiskey's flavor remained distinct and enjoyable. Despite its rich appearance, the cake was wonderfully light and moist.

We concluded the evening by watching The Quiet Man, starring Maureen O'Hara and John Wayne. In just a couple of days, we’ll be celebrating the Feast of St. Joseph, when our culinary traditions will shift toward Italian fare.

Coincidentally, my birthday soon follows these Feasts each year. While that personal celebration will certainly be enjoyable, it will remain subdued compared to the grandeur of the Saints' Feasts—it’s not quite deserving of a break from Lenten sacrifices.

Cheers!

Sláinte to St. Patrick (and No, It’s Not ‘St. Patty’)

Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhaoibh!

It's that time of the year when a Saint revered by many, especially in the Irish-Catholic community, is embraced by people of all backgrounds. As a Catholic of Irish decent, I can find little fault with people bettering themselves. :-)

This year, the feast day falls on a Monday — I suspect many restaurants and pubs that typically close on Mondays will stay open. As we typically do, we’ll avoid the local pubs on the 17th. I don’t drink green beer — and I’m fairly confident St. Patrick wouldn’t have either. But do as you wish. For my celebration, I’ll stick with a dark Stout or an Irish Red Ale. And surely a wee pour or three of Irish Whiskey will be enjoyed. In our house, there’s always homemade Irish Soda Bread and Irish Beef Stew served as well.

While you’re in the midst of your celebrations, I hope you’ll take a moment to think about the man behind the Feast Day. Whether you accept the traditions associated with St. Patrick’s life or not, there’s no denying the good he did. Some of the stories can’t be proven — but they can’t be disproven either.

Kidnapped as a young boy and sold into slavery in Ireland, Patrick grew to love the Irish people. Later in life — around the age of 60 — Saint Patrick returned to Ireland to teach and convert the people had come to see as his own. Certainly that is worthy of our respect.

Our family has long had a devotion to St. Patrick. That admiration was made all the more tangible when we were blessed to make two pilgrimages to the Emerald Isle, in 2012 and again in 2019. During those visits I was reminded just how much the Irish love Patrick. Over there, he’s far more than just a marketing gimmick.

Each year, leading up to the holiday, I feel compelled to remind people (and pubs) that St. Patrick was a man — not a woman. His name is Patrick, which comes from the Irish, Pádraig. Shorten his name to Paddy if you must. But we do not, under any circumstances, celebrate “St. Patty’s Day.” Patty is short for Patricia — a lovely name, but not his.

Feast-related debauchery is one thing, but turning our Saint into “St. Patty” is a step too far. As much as it pains me, I refuse every year to take advantage of “holiday discounts” from businesses using discount codes like “STPATTY.” I take it as a sign that there are probably no real Irish folks running the event. I’ve also enjoyed the small satisfaction of seeing a local establishment correct their marketing after a gentle reminder.

Let’s all celebrate the memory of St. Patrick. Enjoy a drink or two and some good food. There’s nothing wrong with bringing a little revelry into the world; God knows we need it. I enjoy a good party as much as anyone and I can appreciate a good Irish drinking joke. Drink your green beer if you must. Dress up in silly clothes. (But remember: St. Patrick was a man, not a leprechaun.)

Remember the reason for this feast. Take a moment to honor the man and all the good he did. In our house we'll raise a drink of uisce beatha — the water of life — and say a prayer in honor of St. Patrick and his beloved Ireland. These days, as Ireland navigates profound cultural shifts — from the rapid secularization of a once deeply Catholic nation, to the challenges brought by immigration and an evolving national identity — the people of Ireland could use St. Patrick’s courage and clarity more than ever.

All the children of Ireland cry out to thee:

Come, O Holy Patrick, and save us!

Sláinte!

Raise a Glass: Study Finds Alcohol May Boost Good Cholesterol

These days, we could all use some uplifting news. A recently published study by Harvard University researchers suggests that alcohol consumption may have a beneficial effect on cholesterol levels.

The study tracked a cohort of 57,691 individuals undergoing annual health checkups in Japan.

According to an Ars Technica summary of the study:

Researchers found that when people switched from being nondrinkers to drinkers during the study, they saw a drop in their "bad" cholesterol—aka low-density lipoprotein cholesterol or LDL.  Meanwhile, their "good" cholesterol—aka high-density lipoprotein cholesterol or HDL—went up when they began imbibing. HDL levels went up so much, that it actually beat out improvements typically seen with medications, the researchers noted.

On the other hand, drinkers who stopped drinking during the study saw the opposite effect: Upon giving up booze, their bad cholesterol went up and their good cholesterol went down.

The cholesterol changes scaled with the changes in drinking. That is, for people who started drinking, the more they started drinking, the lower their LDL fell and the higher their HDL rose. In the newly abstaining group, those who drank the most before quitting saw the biggest changes in their lipid levels.

While previous studies have suggested health benefits associated with alcohol consumption, this Harvard study may be one of the largest to date.

That said, while these findings may be encouraging, it remains essential to weigh the risks of excessive alcohol consumption. Still, this report gives me one more reason to look forward to responsibly enjoying a good bourbon—once my post-surgery healing progresses a bit further.

Cheers!

The Spirited Origins of Instagram

I ran across this fun tidbit recently — Instagram’s roots are soaked in whiskey!

Back in 2010, Kevin Systrom, a Stanford University graduate and self-proclaimed whiskey lover, launched an iPhone app called Burbn. The app was designed to let users check in at bars, plan whiskey meetups, and share photos along the way.

As fate would have it, Burbn didn’t catch on — at least not for its intended purpose. Users weren’t particularly interested in the check-ins or event planning features. What they did love was sharing photos.

Seeing this, Systrom and his team decided to change the app's focus. They reworked Burbn down to a simplified photo-sharing platform, creating a streamlined app that put photos front and center. That app became Instagram.

From The Rise Of Instagram: From Burbn To A Billion-Dollar Buyout:

The initial prototype of Instagram was called Burbn, inspired by Systrom’s love of fine whiskeys and bourbons. It allowed users to check in, post their plans, and share photos. However, after receiving seed funding of $500,000 from Baseline Ventures and Andreessen Horowitz, Systrom and Krieger decided to pivot towards creating a photo-sharing app. They studied Hipstamatic, which lacked social media-sharing capabilities, and decided to build an app that bridged Hipstamatic and a social media platform like Facebook.

Burbn was stripped down to its photo, commenting, and “liking” functions, and was renamed Instagram. Their focus was on creating a minimalist app that would require as few actions as possible from the user. After eight weeks of fine-tuning the app, they gave it to friends to beta test and evaluate its performance. On October 6, 2010, the Instagram app was launched, and it had 25,000 users in one day. At the end of the first week, it had been downloaded 100,000 times, and by mid-December, the number of users had reached one million.

Today, Instagram has more than 2.1 billion monthly active users worldwide — all thanks to one guy’s love of whiskey.

If you’re one of those 2 billion Instagrammers, I invite you to follow my own whiskey and cigar adventures over at @va_sigfan.

Cheers!

Post-Surgery Reflections: Pain, Progress, and Gratitude

It’s now been a week since my back surgery, so I figured it was time for another update — part catharsis, part progress report. The best news of all, by every measure, the surgery was a success. I’m still dealing with plenty of post-surgical pain, and my activities are very limited, but overall, things are heading in the right direction.

The surgeon gave an encouraging report after the extensive procedure. He removed a good amount of arthritic bone, along with disc and ligament material, and also took out a substantial cyst — big enough that he held up the tip of his thumb to show the size. After clearing out all those extras, he placed some hardware and fused the the L4 and L5 vertebrae.

That fusion is why this recovery will be a marathon — the bone graft needs time to fully heal. Fortunately, the surgeon noted that my bone quality is excellent, so he expects the healing process to go smoothly, even if it takes time.

My hospital stay was brief — just one night. Since my vitals were stable and I could (very carefully) move around, they discharged me about 24 hours after surgery. I knew the goal was to get me up and walking quickly, but I didn’t expect my first walk to happen at 1:30 in the morning! Apparently, healing doesn’t follow regular hours.

The most encouraging part of all this? From the moment I woke up, the pain I’d lived with for over a year — in my back, legs, and feet — was completely gone. It’s surreal. The surgical pain is still intense, but that’s a very different kind of pain — and one I can handle, knowing the old pain is finally behind me.

Of course, I’m not getting through this alone. I’m deeply grateful for the support of my friends, the surgical team, and, most importantly, my wife — my primary caregiver in the weeks and months ahead. Her patience, care, and steady presence make this recovery possible. I’m also incredibly thankful for the outpouring of prayers, encouragement, and love from so many people. My faith — and the faith of those walking this road with me — has been a profound source of comfort and strength.

For now, my focus is on slowly regaining strength and expanding my mobility. I’m already drifting into the “bored” phase, which is its own challenge. I’ve got some interesting books lined up, but staying comfortable enough to focus has been tricky. The highlight of each day has been my short walks — and with the weather warming up and the first hints of spring in the air, even a few minutes outside feels like a gift. Those outdoor walks are far more enjoyable (and probably more healing) than endlessly circling the living room.

I can feel progress, and that’s what matters most. There’s a long road ahead, but I’m encouraged by every small step.

Cheers!

Cigar Hiatus — But My Humidor Still Needs Love

I may be on a brief hiatus from enjoying cigars while I heal from surgery, but there’s still work to be done. A few weeks ago, I noticed the Boveda humidity packs in my humidor were starting to feel grainy. When they start to feel like there’s sand inside, it’s time to swap them out.

My small NewAir 250 humidor uses ten 60-gram packs to maintain a very steady 69% humidity. I also use a few Boveda packs in the plastic containers where I store some boxes. In these well-sealed setups, the packs typically last about a year before needing replacement.

Each time I replace the Boveda packs, I pull out all the trays with the intention of reorganizing the cigars — but in reality, they mostly end up going back right where they were. I do check for any signs of mold or damage, but aside from loosely grouping cigars by variety, my humidor organization is essentially “wherever they fit.” My whiskey shelves have evolved into a similar system.

To counteract my lack of organization, I use the Cigar Scanner app to keep track of my inventory. It’s not a perfect system — sometimes it takes me a few minutes to actually find what I’m looking for — but at least I know what’s in there.

Now that the Boveda packs are replaced, I’ll leave the humidor closed for a couple of days to let things stabilize. After that, I’ll return to my daily ritual of just opening the humidor to look inside — until the day finally comes when I can light one up and return to regular cigar enjoyment.

Cheers!

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Note, Musings will be infrequent as I recover from surgery. But, I have some new bourbons and cigars waiting to be enjoyed in due time.

Cheers!

The Patron of Handgunners: St. Gabriel Possenti’s Remarkable Story

Today, February 27, is the Feast Day of St. Gabriel Possenti, also known as St. Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows.

Gabriel Possenti was a Catholic seminarian in Isola del Gran Sasso, Italy. According to tradition, in 1860, Gabriel used his marksmanship to save the town from a band of marauding soldiers. As the story goes, he seized revolvers from two soldiers and boldly confronted the intruders. When the soldiers mocked the seminarian, he silenced them by taking aim and shooting a lizard scurrying across the road with remarkable accuracy. Impressed and intimidated, the marauders left the town peacefully, escorted by the seminarian who had become an unlikely hero.

Like many Saints, the line between historical fact and legend in Gabriel’s story can be difficult to discern. However, this tale of courage and skill has earned him the unofficial title of Patron Saint of Handgunners. The St. Gabriel Possenti Society was even founded to promote his legacy and advocate for the moral and theological principles underlying self-defense. Unfortunately, the society became inactive following the death of its founder in 2017.

Many years ago, our parish was blessed with a relic of St. Gabriel Possenti under his title St. Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows. I vividly remember the excitement of seeing the announcement in the weekly bulletin. Since then, I’ve enjoyed sharing his story with fellow parishioners, especially those who are also handgun enthusiasts.

When our new church was completed a few years ago, a relic of St. Gabriel was among several placed in the altar, a lasting reminder of his presence and intercession.

St. Gabriel Possenti’s life and legend inspire us to stand firmly in defense of what is right and just, trusting in the guidance of God. Whether we see him as a hero of faith, a protector of the innocent, or both, his story resonates with the courage needed to face the challenges of our own times.

St. Gabriel Possenti ora pro nobis!

Fire & Flavor: A Chilly Evening with Bourbon and a Fine Cigar

This weekend, I'm trying to squeeze in a couple more bourbon and cigar pairings before my post-surgery break, which means embracing the cold.

After an early dinner on Friday, with the sun still lingering above the horizon for another hour or so, I poured a glass of Old Forester 1920 Prohibition Style Bourbon and lit a Noble Cigars Act Two to enjoy alongside it.

The Noble Act Two had been resting in my humidor since June 2024. I last smoked one in July and found it quite enjoyable. Why I hadn’t had another since then, I don’t know — so many cigars, so little time.

This 6 x 52 Toro features an exceptionally smooth, dark brown Mexican San Andrés wrapper, with Dominican binder and filler tobaccos. The Noble website describes it as a full-bodied Doble Ligero. Right from the start, warm black and chili pepper dominate the profile. Soon, a slightly sweet medley of dark fruit, caramel, and chocolate joins the party. These flavors remain constant throughout the two-hour smoke, with the spice notes settling into the background as a complementary seasoning to the rich, dark flavors.

Just like the one I enjoyed last summer, the construction of the Noble Act Two was flawless. The wrapper was tight and smooth, the cigar burned slowly and evenly, and it produced plenty of flavorful smoke. The ash held strong — so much so that when it passed two inches, paranoia of it falling into my lap set in, and I carefully tapped it into the ashtray. It resisted at first. I smoked it down to a finger-and-lip-warming nub, leaving behind just three solid pieces of ash.

The Old Forester 1920 Prohibition Style Bourbon gets its name from the whiskey the distillery was permitted to produce “for medicinal purposes” during Prohibition, bottled at 115 proof — just like today’s version.

Aromas of sweet maple, chocolate, and dark fruit rise from the glass. On the nose, there’s little indication of its high proof. Sipping reveals flavors of cinnamon, black pepper, dark chocolate, and a hint of oak char. At 115 proof, it delivers warmth but remains smooth — never harsh or overwhelming.

The combination of Old Forester 1920 and Noble Act Two was a powerhouse of complementary flavors. As the sun set and the temperature dropped, the combined warmth of propane, whiskey, and a fine cigar made the chill easy to ignore.

Cheers!

The Road to Relief: A Journey Through Pain, Surgery, and Recovery

The past year — more precisely, the last 14 months — has been a relentless rollercoaster of pain and the ongoing search for relief. The chronic pain in my back and lower extremities has been constant, sometimes debilitating. Throughout this ordeal, I have explored numerous treatment options — chiropractic care, acupuncture, various drugs, countless lumbar injections, and physical therapy — all with limited success. Each treatment offered a glimmer of hope, only for its effects to be short-lived.

My spinal issues have been summed up in the doctors's shorthand as: “L4-5 degenerative unstable spondylolisthesis, spinal stenosis, synovial facet cyst with facet effusions.” Sounds painful, and it is. The resulting discomfort and sleeplessness have severely restricted my activity, making my transition to retirement in mid-2024 far less enjoyable than anticipated. One noticeable impact has been my absence from the range — I haven’t been shooting since December 2023. In recent months, the pain has kept me from standing or walking for more than a few minutes at a time. Thankfully, my enjoyment of beer, whiskey, and fine cigars remains intact, as those are best appreciated while seated. As long as I maintain good posture and avoid staying in one position too long, I can enjoy those small pleasures with some level of comfort.

Now, after exhausting all other options, it’s time for the final and most extreme solution: surgery. This coming week, I’ll undergo a procedure to remove the problematic tissue and bone, followed by an L4/L5 spinal fusion. Or, as one nurse put it, “cleaning up the mess and putting in some hardware.”

This won’t be my first time under the knife for my spine — I had surgery in the same area about 40 years ago. My surgeon expects the new incision to be fairly long, which has me wondering if I’ll end up with cool parallel scars.

Of course, there’s some anxiety. Some may recall that just over six years ago, I experienced a cardiac arrest. Naturally, that adds an extra layer of concern about undergoing surgery and general anesthesia. However, I’ve had regular checkups since then, including a full review by my cardiologist before scheduling this procedure. As confident as one can be in these situations, I feel reassured that my heart and general health is up for the challenge.

In fact, as the surgery date approaches, my anxiety is giving way to something unexpected — excitement. I know the road to recovery will be long and that post-op pain is inevitable, but the thought of standing without the searing pain I’ve endured is an encouraging one. Incredibly, they tell me I’ll be up and walking just hours after surgery.

As expected in today’s litigious world, I’ve signed multiple pages of disclaimers outlining possible complications and failures. The risk percentages are low, but they do make for unsettling reading. Fortunately, I’ve had several conversations with others who have undergone similar procedures—interestingly, all of these discussions have taken place in cigar lounges. (Then again, that’s about the only place I’ve been going lately.) These conversations weren’t just about sharing painful stories; they were uplifting and added to my growing optimism.

Beyond knowing that a full return to “normal” could take at least six months, the healing process remains an unknown. I hope my need for post-surgery medications will be short-lived — so bourbon tastings can resume sooner rather than later. I’ll be taking a short break from cigars to aid the healing process, but thankfully, no long-term restrictions have been imposed. I don’t expect to be competing in any IDPA matches anytime soon, but perhaps by spring, I’ll at least make it back to the range for some target practice.

This post isn’t a plea for sympathy. Like most of my Musings, it’s a cathartic exercise. That said, if you’re so inclined, I’d appreciate prayers — for a successful surgery, for my medical team, and, most importantly, for my dear wife, Colleen, who, as always, will be my rock during recovery.

Throughout this journey, I’ve often thought of a quote that appears in the sidebar. It’s from Cigar Lounge Wisdom: Ruminations Inspired in a Cigar Bar by Frank Borelli — a book I coincidentally happened to be reading in the hospital after my heart attack.

“Remember, when you’re having what seems like the worst day of your life, your survival rate for bad days so far is 100%.”

More updates soon…

Cheers!

Braving the Cold: A Winter Smoke with Black Label Morphine

We were hit by another winter storm last week, and the bitter cold is expected to linger. Getting outside to enjoy a cigar has been a challenge, so I’ve retreated to the local cigar lounge more than once lately. On a recent afternoon, despite the “official” temperature being reported as 38°, the wall thermometer on the screen porch read 50°. That would do for a deck smoke.

I brewed a cup of black coffee and selected a Black Label Morphine 10 Year Anniversary Perfecto to enjoy. At 5 x 50, I figured the diminutive cigar would offer a short but robust smoke. Firing up the propane heater at my feet helped fight off the remaining chill.

Morphine is an annual release from Black Label Trading Company, and 2024 marked the 10th anniversary of the line. The Perfecto is one of two new vitolas added for the occasion. These cigars feature a Mexican San Andrés wrapper, accented by an Ecuadorian maduro leaf, creating a subtle, nearly invisible barber pole effect. The binder and fillers consist of Nicaraguan tobaccos from undisclosed origins. The cigar’s overall appearance is somewhat rough and rustic.

This particular stick had been resting in my humidor for eight weeks. It felt light in the hand, and clipping the cap revealed an open draw. The foot lit quickly, and it took little effort to pull a mouthful of rich, spicy smoke. The initial pepper spice was joined by notes of cocoa, dark cherry, and raisin. As the cigar progressed, the pepper morphed into a broader blend of nutty, cinnamon, and baking spice notes.

I enjoy my coffee black, as God intended, but I don’t always find it to be an ideal pairing for full-bodied cigars. That wasn’t the case with the Morphine. In fact, I emptied my cup much faster than usual — despite the insulated mug keeping it almost too hot to sip for a long time. The Morphine Perfecto provided a quick but thoroughly enjoyable 40-minute smoke, and it’s one I’ll likely turn to again while winter lingers.

Cheers!

A Vieux Carré, a Cigar, and a Quiet Sunday Evening

Sunday afternoons are our time to relax, reflect on the past week, and prepare for the one ahead. It’s still not quite warm enough outside for Sunday afternoon cocktails on the deck, accompanied by a cigar, but the “apéritif” tradition continues. Since there was a football game being played in New Orleans that evening, we paid homage to the city by mixing up some Vieux Carré cocktails to enjoy with a snack.

The Vieux Carré originated at the Hotel Monteleone in New Orleans in the 1930s. The name, French for “old square,” refers to the city's renowned French Quarter. It’s a more complex cocktail than our usual Negronis or Old Fashioneds, but I had all the necessary ingredients on hand. Though the recipe appears lengthy, it’s actually quite simple to make.

The Vieux Carré

• 3/4 ounce rye whiskey
• 3/4 ounce cognac
• 3/4 ounce sweet vermouth
• 1/2 ounce Bénédictine liqueur
• 2 dashes Angostura bitters
• 2 dashes Peychaud's Bitters
• Cherry or lemon twist, garnish

Combine all the ingredients in a mixing glass with ice, stir to chill, and strain into a glass. I prefer serving it over a large ice rock with a Luxardo cherry garnish. For the whiskey component, I used Pikesville Rye — its 110-proof strength adds a nice spice balance to the bitter and sweet elements.

The balance of sweet, spice, and citrus made for a refreshing drink. We enjoyed ours with a simple spread of cheese, crackers, and mixed nuts. 

After finishing our drinks, I decided to head out to the deck for a quick cigar before sunset. The Black Label Trading Company Bishops Blend cigars in my humidor had been calling my name, especially since I still have samples dating back to 2020. I grabbed one of the 2024 sticks to enjoy.

The 5 x 48 Robusto features an Ecuadorian Maduro wrapper, an Ecuador Habano binder, and a blend of Nicaraguan, Connecticut Broadleaf, and Pennsylvania Broadleaf filler tobaccos. It delivers rich flavors of coffee, cocoa, and dark fruit, with a hint of black pepper adding depth to the profile.

The weather was pleasant, though I turned on the heater for a bit of extra warmth. I kept things simple, pairing the cigar with just a glass of water while acoustic blues played softly on the radio. After about an hour of peaceful relaxation, I headed back inside, where Colleen was preparing a delicious "Seven Layer Mexican Hot Skillet Dip." We feasted on that while half-watching the football game — muting the halftime “performance.”

It was a great way to start what promises to be another cold, wet, and snowy week. Hopefully, we’re nearing the end of this long season.

Cheers!

Saint José Sánchez del Río: A Martyr’s Faithful Witness

Today, February 10, marks the anniversary of the martyrdom of Saint José Sánchez del Río. On this day in 1928, a 14-year-old boy was executed by Mexican government forces for refusing to renounce his Catholic faith during the Cristero War. This period of brutal persecution, led by Mexican President Plutarco Elías Calles, was poignantly depicted in the film For Greater Glory.

Saint José was beatified by Pope Benedict XVI on November 20, 2005, and canonized by Pope Francis on October 16, 2016. Despite his young age, his courage and unwavering faith have made him an enduring symbol of religious freedom and devotion.

Saint José’s story is tragically underappreciated, particularly among American Catholics. Yet many may unknowingly recognize his face. A famous photograph of the boy standing alongside Cristero fighters often adorns the walls of Mexican restaurants in the United States. Few diners realize that this young man, who fought and died for his faith, is now a canonized Saint.

After being captured by government forces, José was subjected to unspeakable torment. Forced to witness the execution of fellow Catholics, he was repeatedly pressured to denounce his faith and cry, “Death to Christ the King.” He steadfastly refused.

On the day of his execution, José was forced to walk barefoot to his grave after the soles of his feet were cut. Along the way, he was repeatedly stabbed with bayonets, yet he continued to proclaim, “¡Viva Cristo Rey!” (Long live Christ the King!).

When he reached his grave, the soldiers shot him. Even then, José drew a cross in the dirt with his own blood as a final act of faith and defiance. Enraged by the boy’s resistance, the commander shot him in the head.

The Cristero War, during which countless Catholics were killed for their beliefs, is a dark chapter often ignored in history books in both the United States and Mexico. It is a story of oppression and heroism that all freedom-loving people should know.

Saint José Sánchez del Río is a powerful model of faith, courage, and resistance against tyranny. His steadfastness in the face of unimaginable suffering is a challenge to all of us to stand firm in our beliefs, no matter the cost.

May we draw strength from his example when our own faith is tested.

Saint José Sánchez del Río, Pray For Us!

Sunset, Smoke, and a Sip: Le Carême Pastelitos & Jack Daniel’s Single Barrel

Mother nature is teasing with brief interludes of pleasant weather — between reminders that it is still winter. During a recent afternoon that hinted at spring, I reached for a Crowned Heads Le Carême Pastelitos LE 2023 for a quick smoke. Seeking a milder bourbon to accompany it this afternoon, I selected a bottle of Jack Daniel’s Single Barrel Select.

I picked up this bottle of Jack Daniel’s Single Barrel Select a couple of years ago, more out of curiosity than anything else. The 375ml bottle is attractive and takes up little space on my crowded shelves. Jack Daniel’s is classified as a “Tennessee Whiskey.” It meets all the legal requirements of bourbon before undergoing an additional filtering process through sugar maple charcoal—known as the Lincoln County Process — to enhance its smoothness. No additional flavoring components are added. In my opinion, it still falls into the bourbon category, though enthusiasts on both sides of the debate have strong opinions.

Bottled at 94 proof, a step up from the classic Jack Daniel’s Old No. 7, this whiskey offers mild aromas of freshly baked bread and caramel. The charcoal filtering results in an exceptionally smooth mouthfeel and a soft flavor profile. Even at its moderate proof, it drinks quite mildly. Sweet caramel, oak, and butter cookie impressions coat the palate, making for an easy sip.

The Crowned Heads Le Carême Pastelitos LE 2023 is a special format of one of my favorite cigars. I’ve enjoyed the Le Carême in various vitolas and with a range of beverage pairings. This limited-edition Pastelitos, released in 2023, is a compact 4 x 54 Robusto-sized stick. Despite my fondness for the cigar, I still have a couple left from my April 2023 purchase, now well-aged in my humidor.

The dark chocolate-colored USA Connecticut Broadleaf wrapper encases an Ecuadorian Sumatra binder and Nicaraguan filler. The Pastelitos is adorned with a small pigtail twist on the cap. Given its small size, a large portion of the cigar is covered by bands, so I removed the first two before lighting up.

The Le Carême Pastelitos delivers a well-balanced smoke, rich with creamy, sweet chocolate and nutty notes. A mild cedar spice emerges later in the session. The cigar burned evenly, providing about 45 minutes of smoking enjoyment.

Always a pleasure, the Le Carême line pairs well with milder bourbons and even coffee. While the Jack Daniel’s Single Barrel Select is certainly a mild whiskey, I found it perhaps too mild — even for this creamy cigar. Despite multiple tastings, whether on its own or alongside a cigar, it has yet to leave a memorable impression.

Nonetheless, the experience on the deck was enjoyable. The timing of my smoke coincided with sunset, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, the shifting colors in the sky and fading light added to the peaceful ambiance of the evening.

Cheers!

Road Trip Relaxation: Cigars, Coffee, and Good Company

My wife had an appointment in Winchester, VA, recently and asked if I’d make the two-hour drive with her. Since there’s a cigar lounge in town that I follow on social media, I had an extra incentive to play chauffeur for the day. (Of course, her asking was already reason enough.) After the drop off, I headed over to Long Ridge Cigars.

Long Ridge Cigars is a stand-alone building with the traditional wooden Indian stands tall by the front door. After parking in the back, I was greeted by another morning patron, a regular at the shop. We chatted for a bit before the door was unlocked.

I took a quick tour of the walk-in humidor before settling on the Aganorsa Leaf Aniversario Maduro in the Toro vitola. I was familiar with the cigar by name but had never smoked it. When the shop attendant mentioned they had recently received a few boxes of this limited release, my decision was easy. I grabbed one to smoke now and another “to go.”

The Aganorsa Leaf Aniversario Maduro is a Nicaraguan puro featuring a Nicaraguan Shade Grown Maduro wrapper, along with a Nicaraguan binder and fillers. In addition to its striking black and silver bands, the cigar comes wrapped in decorative tissue paper that covers most of the 6 x 54 stick. After sliding off the sleeve, I cut the cap and wasted no time lighting up. I anticipated the cigar would provide a solid two-hour smoke — about the time I had before meeting back up with my wife.

From the start, the Aniversario Maduro delivers a bold pepper spice note. After a few puffs, flavors of rich dark chocolate, coffee, and a toffee-like sweetness come into play. The overall profile is flavorful, bold, and well-balanced. Despite being a full-bodied smoke, it never overwhelmed, even as a morning cigar. The burn was flawless, producing copious, thick smoke throughout.

Before arriving at the lounge, I had picked up a cup of chain-store coffee. I finished that quickly and was pleased to discover the lounge had a large urn of fresh, delicious coffee available. I refilled my cup and continued my enjoyment of the bold coffee and cigar pairing.

While I smoked, I struck up friendly conversation with another patron and the proprietor. One of the great things about cigar lounges is how easy and enjoyable it is to meet fellow enthusiasts. Time passed too quickly, and soon I received a text from my wife that she was ready to be picked up. I replied that I needed “another 5–10 minutes” and enjoyed a few more puffs of the cigar. At about the 90-minute mark, I estimated there were at least another 20 minutes left when I finally set the cigar down.

Before heading home, we met a local friend for a delicious lunch at a German restaurant — a perfect way to cap off the morning smoke.

I thoroughly enjoyed my time at Long Ridge Cigars. The shop boasts a wide selection of cigars and a spacious, comfortable lounge. Outside, the backyard features tables and a fire pit, which seems to be a popular gathering spot. In fact, I’ve already told my wife I’d be more than happy to chauffeur her to any future appointments in Winchester.

Cheers!

Winter’s Intermission: Bourbon, a Cigar, and 50° Bliss

It was a warm weekday in the late afternoon, with the temperature climbing above 50° — a worthy cause for celebration, especially in February. The sun still hung above the horizon as dinner wrapped up, so I quickly grabbed a cigar and poured myself a bourbon.

Just a couple of weeks ago, the ground was still blanketed in snow during my last cigar session on the deck. This unexpected break in the weather was an opportunity not to be missed.

For my cigar, I selected a Tatuaje Cojonu 2015, one of three Tatuaje cigars included in the December 2024 Luxury Cigar Club shipment. It had been resting in my humidor for about six weeks. The Cojonu line from Tatuaje typically has a scheduled release every three years, though the 2015 edition was delayed until 2022.

To accompany the smoke, I poured a glass of Bowman Brothers Small Batch Bourbon from Fredericksburg’s A. Smith Bowman Distillery. This flavorful 90-proof bourbon has become a go-to for an easy-drinking daily pour. Unlike the distillery’s John J. Bowman Single Barrel Bourbon, this one is readily available and comes in under $35. Noting the low level in my bottle, I made a mental note to pick up another soon.

Bowman Brothers Small Batch offers a mild, slightly floral aroma with hints of brown sugar and cinnamon. The full-bodied flavor profile delivers notes of toasted oak, vanilla, and dark fruit, rounded out by a peppery spice on the finish.

As expected from a Tatuaje, the Cojonu 2015 delivered a full-bodied smoke, rich with notes of coffee and cocoa. Earthy undertones mingled with a subtle sweetness, and at first light, I wondered if the cigar might overpower the bourbon. I needn’t have worrie, despite its bold character, the subtle spice of the bourbon held its own, making for a well-balanced pairing.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky was painted in shifting hues of orange and red. The landscape, now free of snow, added to the tranquil ambiance of my time on the porch. When the 80-minute smoke finally came to a close, the temperature was still comfortably above 50° — a rare gift for a February evening.

Cheers!

Seeking Warmth and Flavor at the Cigar Lounge

It’s been an extremely cold couple of weeks—so cold that I haven’t felt the urge to step outside for a cigar. Fortunately, I managed to make it over to Hogshead Cigar Lounge a couple of times to enjoy a smoke in warmth and good company.

Since I hadn’t explored Hogshead’s extensive selection in a while, I took my time wandering through the humidor during my visit two weeks ago. The sheer variety made choosing even harder. Eventually, I grabbed a handful of cigars and headed to the counter. When the proprietor asked, “What are you smoking today?” I made a quick decision: the New World Puro Especial. The rest went into a bag for my home humidor, reserved for warmer days.

The 5 1/2 x 52 Robusto is a Nicaraguan puro created by A.J. Fernandez, using tobaccos from his farms in Estelí, Nicaragua. Right from the first draw, I was impressed by its full yet balanced flavor profile. Notes of cedar, coffee, mixed nuts, and cocoa unfolded, all tied together by a subtle creamy sweetness.

I enjoyed every minute of the one-hour smoke, though I found myself wishing for more. I told myself that next time, I’d opt for a Toro to extend the experience.

With an overload of medical appointments this past week, I wasn’t sure if I’d squeeze in another lounge visit. But when my schedule opened up on Friday afternoon, I took the opportunity for a relaxing smoke before dinner.

Walking into the humidor, I had the New World Puro Especial on my mind—but I couldn’t quite remember where I had found it among the shelves. A quick glance around didn’t help, and, in typical guy fashion, I wasn’t about to ask for directions. Instead, I grabbed a My Father La Opulencia that was right in front of me.

This time, I chose a 6 x 54 Toro for a longer session. Like the New World Puro Especial, the La Opulencia features Nicaraguan binder and filler, but it’s wrapped in a Mexican San Andrés leaf. The elaborate double bands add an ornamental touch to the softly box-pressed cigar.

The La Opulencia starts off bold, with an immediate burst of black pepper spice. The smoke is earthy and rich, with notes of pepper, chocolate, and leather. It’s a powerful and intense cigar—less nuanced than the New World Puro Especial but equally full of flavor.

I paired both cigars with bottles of S.Pellegrino Sparkling Water. The carbonation was refreshing, keeping my palate clean and receptive to the full-bodied flavors. Naturally, a good bourbon would have been a perfect companion for either cigar, but I saved that indulgence for later—after dinner, in my living room, sans cigar.

Cheers!

Celebrating St. Brigid and Her Great Lake of Beer

February 1 marks the Feast Day of St. Brigid of Ireland, a beloved figure in our family and one of the most revered Saints of the Emerald Isle. Among the many quotes attributed to her, this one is particularly famous:

“I’d like a great lake of beer for the King of Kings.

I would like to be watching Heaven’s family

drinking it through all eternity.”

St. Brigid holds a special place in Irish hearts, second only to St. Patrick in popularity. While her association with beer—through both prayer and miraculous deeds—often takes center stage, her legacy is deeply rooted in charity, compassion, and a life dedicated to serving others.

Born in 451, Brigid is said to have passed away in 524 or 525. During her life, she founded a monastery in County Kildare, which became an important center of learning and spirituality in the 5th century. Unfortunately, the Abbey was destroyed in the 12th century, but her influence endures.

Brigid’s connection to beer goes beyond her poetic prayer for a “great lake of beer.” According to tradition, while working in a leper colony, the community ran out of beer—a vital source of nourishment and safe hydration in those days. Brigid, ever resourceful, is said to have transformed her bathwater into beer to provide for the lepers and visiting clerics.

In another miraculous account, Brigid provided beer for 18 churches throughout an entire Easter season, all from a single barrel in her convent. These stories highlight not only her connection to beer but also her unwavering dedication to ensuring the well-being of those around her.

St. Brigid’s legacy is a reminder of how faith, generosity, and a touch of humor can leave an enduring mark. Whether you’re raising a pint in her honor or simply reflecting on her life of service, her Feast Day is a celebration of Irish culture, history, and enduring faith.

St. Brigid Statue, Knock Shrine,
County Mayo, Ireland

St. Brigid, ora pro nobis!

Cold Nights, Warm Spirits: Chattanooga Whiskey and Foundation Aksum

It’s been over two weeks since I last enjoyed a cigar on the deck. The extreme cold, coupled with some lethargy due to pain, led to the hiatus. I did manage a quick indoor smoke one afternoon at Hogshead Cigar Lounge, which was a nice reprieve. On Saturday, my ever-understanding wife offered an early dinner, allowing me to catch the last of the sun before heading out for a long-overdue cigar session.

For the evening, I wanted a robust bourbon and decided to open the 121.2-proof Chattanooga Whiskey Single Barrel that I had picked up during recent travels. To pair with it, I chose a Foundation Aksum—a cigar I’ve come to appreciate for its bold and complex flavors.

The Foundation Aksum is a 5 x 50 Robusto wrapped in a dark Ecuadorian Sumatra leaf. The binder is Connecticut Broadleaf, and the fillers are Nicaraguan tobaccos from the Jalapa and Estelí regions. The cigar is finished with a pigtail cap and adorned with a band that pays homage to the ancient Aksumite Kingdom in present-day Ethiopia—the legendary resting place of the Ark of the Covenant.

The Aksum delivers a bold smoking experience, with rich notes of sweet espresso and dark chocolate taking center stage. Black pepper, dark cherry, and raisin also make an appearance, complemented by a lingering spice in the finish. It’s a cigar I frequently enjoy with a robust bourbon, and this pairing was no exception.

I was particularly excited to try the Chattanooga Whiskey Single Barrel Bourbon, as it had come highly recommended by other shoppers. It did not disappoint. Before pairing it with the cigar, I poured a bit into a Glencairn glass for a proper tasting experience.

The dark amber liquid released a delightful aroma of fruit and toffee, which I could detect even as I poured it. On the palate, flavors of dark fruit, dark chocolate, and toffee dominated, with a mild cinnamon spice lingering in the long finish. Despite its 60.6% alcohol content, the bourbon was surprisingly smooth—remarkably so for its stated age of “greater than four years.” It drinks like a much older whiskey.

I’m thrilled with my decision to pick up this bottle. The flavors are rich, well-balanced, and satisfying. While it paired wonderfully with the Aksum, I’m curious to see how it complements both milder and stronger cigars in future pairings.

The temperature dipped only slightly as the sun set, making for an enjoyable and overdue moment of relaxation. The Foundation Aksum and Chattanooga Whiskey Single Barrel Bourbon combined to create a pairing that will certainly be repeated.

Cheers!

Cold Day, Warm Smoke: Terra Nova Dark Fired Kentucky and Coffee

I wasn’t expecting to enjoy a cigar on Friday. The temperature was low, and the winds were gusting, making it less than ideal for an outdoor smoke. But then I noticed a break in the clouds, with sunshine peeking through. Knowing the next several days were forecasted to be 8–11° colder, I decided to seize the moment. I grabbed a Terra Nova Dark Fired Kentucky Belicoso from the humidor, brewed a quick pod coffee, and bundled up for a chilly afternoon break.

The Terra Nova Dark Fired Kentucky came as part of my September Luxury Cigar Club shipment and had been resting in the humidor for the past four months. This 6 1/4 x 50 Belicoso features a smooth Ecuadorian Connecticut wrapper. Beneath it lies a double binder of Brazilian and Indonesian tobaccos, with a filler blend of Dominican, Nicaraguan, Brazilian, and Dark Fired Kentucky tobaccos—the latter being the namesake of the cigar.

The only other cigars I’ve tried with Kentucky Fired Cured tobaccos are traditional Italian Toscanos, which undergo a drying and curing process unlike typical humidified cigars like the Terra Nova. The unlit stick had hints of barnyard and wood, with an intriguing aroma I couldn’t quite place.

Once lit, the Terra Nova Dark Fired Kentucky opened with sweet earth and woody notes. A mild smoky hint complemented the flavors, with a touch of pepper on the finish. Initially, the cigar felt like a classic creamy Connecticut, with the added depth of char and peppery undertones.

As the cigar progressed, the smokiness and pepper became more pronounced, taking center stage, while the sweet creaminess lingered subtly in the background. By the final third, the smokiness left a lasting impression, with a peppery tang that coated my lips without becoming overpowering. Unlike the bold smokiness of Toscano cigars, the Terra Nova blend integrates the fire-cured flavor into a more nuanced profile.

Unfortunately, the sun soon disappeared behind the clouds, leaving the sky grey for the duration of the smoke. As if to test my patience, the sky turned blue with bright sunshine once again, just as I stepped back inside after finishing my cigar.

The coffee I chose was a flavored blend with honey and cinnamon—a whim purchase that I’d found pleasant but uninspiring on its own. Surprisingly, it paired exceptionally well with the Terra Nova Dark Fired Kentucky. The mild sweetness and touch of spice in the coffee complemented the smoky notes of the cigar, creating an enjoyable combination that neither overpowered nor detracted from the overall experience.

The Terra Nova cigar burned evenly and produced plenty of rich, aromatic smoke. However, the cigar’s thin paper band was a frustration. It was tightly wrapped and overly glued, making removal a chore. Despite careful picking, I still managed to damage the delicate wrapper. Combined with the cold, dry air, this damage led to the final quarter of the cigar splitting dramatically—a disappointing “exploding cigar” moment. At that point, I called it quits and ended the smoke.

Despite the mishap, the Terra Nova Dark Fired Kentucky was a pleasant and satisfying cigar. Its rich, smoky flavor and balanced complexity paired surprisingly well with the spiced coffee. With colder-than-average temperatures and the possibility of significant snowfall in the forecast, I’m glad I took advantage of this fleeting window for an outdoor smoke.

Cheers!

First Smoke of 2025: A Vintage Fratello DMV

I began 2025 by revisiting a cigar that had been aging in my humidor for five or six years—a vintage 2018 Fratello DMV Virginia. I originally added these cigars to my collection during their release party at Hogshead Cigar Lounge in December 2018. A few months later, I picked up a few more at another shop while traveling. The stick I smoked today was the last one remaining from those early acquisitions.

I’ll admit I felt a bit reluctant to smoke this final DMV Virginia. I’ve always enjoyed this particular release, and part of me wanted to keep it as a memento. However, I knew the flavor profile had likely evolved over the years, and cigars are meant to be smoked, not just admired. So, with some anticipation, I decided it was time to enjoy it.

Since it was a holiday—and chilly outside—I poured a small glass of Maker’s Mark Hint O’ Chocolate II to accompany the occasion. The bourbon added a little warmth to the mid-afternoon experience.

The Fratello DMV Virginia was stunning in the midday sunlight. Its Ecuadorian Habano wrapper glistened with an oily sheen, encasing an Ecuadorian binder and a blend of fillers from the Dominican Republic, Nicaragua, and the USA. From the first puff, the cigar delivered thick, flavorful smoke with notes of roasted coffee, leather, and cedar. There was also a subtle pepperiness, though it was less pronounced than I remembered from earlier smokes of this blend.

The cigar burned flawlessly for about 75 minutes, producing a firm ash and consistent, rich smoke throughout. Despite its age, it remained an exceptional and satisfying smoke—a testament to careful aging and storage.

As for the Maker’s Mark Hint O’ Chocolate II, it’s a Virginia ABC store selection from 2022 that I revisit now and then. While it’s not my favorite pour, it has its charms. The bourbon offers aromas of fruit and oak, with flavors of fruit and cream on the palate and a dry finish. If I concentrate, I can detect a faint hint of milk chocolate, as the name suggests. At 107.9 proof, it provides a gentle warmth that was welcome on this winter day.

In terms of pairing, the Fratello DMV Virginia and Maker’s Mark Hint O’ Chocolate II didn’t create any particular synergy. Each was enjoyable on its own, but neither elevated the other. The cigar was undoubtedly the star of the afternoon.

As the winter sun dipped lower, it began shining directly, and uncomfortably, into my eyes, forcing me to relocate to the other side of the porch. I also turned on a propane heater at my feet, and the combination of the heater and the sun warming the back of my head made the chill quite bearable.

With the cigar finished and the warmth fading, I headed inside to resume the mindless but entertaining tradition of watching college football on TV.

Cheers!

Looking Back and Moving Forward: A Year of Change and Challenge

As another year draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on the ups and downs of 2024. Truth be told, this year has been a challenging one. Setting aside the economic and social turmoil brought about by corrupt and incompetent leadership at the highest levels of government, the year also came with its share of personal trials.

Some of you may have noticed the absence of shooting-related posts. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to make it to the range or participate in an IDPA match since December of last year. Early in 2024, I began experiencing back and leg pain, which progressively worsened over the months, eventually limiting my ability to stand or walk for extended periods. A series of lumbar injections provided some relief—enough to allow for a bit of travel—but the pain has returned in recent weeks. I’m hopeful that an upcoming course of treatment will bring more lasting improvement. With luck, I’ll regain mobility by summer.

But it hasn’t all been bad. This year, I reached a major milestone: retirement. After 24 years with my last employer and 50 years of a working life, I officially retired in June. The past six months have been an exciting period of adjustment, planning, and embracing this new phase of life.

Initially, I reveled in the sheer joy of no longer having to deal with the daily stresses of work. But now, I’ve transitioned to a deeper appreciation of the freedom retirement brings—the ability to live life on my own terms (aside from the aforementioned health challenges). Thankfully, enjoying fine cigars and tasty beverages is an activity that doesn’t require standing, so I’ve been able to indulge in those pleasures with minimal discomfort.

Looking ahead to 2025, we have tentative plans for both domestic and international travel. I’m also eager to explore the numerous local breweries that have sprung up in our area—there are far more than I realized! This feels like the perfect opportunity to rediscover hobbies and adventures that had taken a backseat during the final, demanding years of my career.

One unexpected joy of this newfound freedom has been reconnecting with an old hobby: indoor gardening, particularly focusing on the fascinating Gesneriaceae family, or gesneriads. My interest in these plants goes back more than 40 years and blossomed into a full-blown obsession in the 1980s, when I built a greenhouse attached to our home. For many years, we even ran a small mail-order business selling gesneriads, Passiflora, and other unusual plants.

Eventually, the demands of career, family, and life led us to put gardening aside, though my passion for these plants never truly disappeared. As retirement approached, I dusted off an old light stand and began growing gesneriads once again. After a break of nearly two decades, the passion has returned in full force. It’s been deeply fulfilling to reconnect with this hobby, and I’ve been sharing occasional updates on this subject over at Gesneriad Trails.

One of the surprising lessons I’ve learned in retirement is that weekends are still weekends. Most events and festivals still take place on Saturdays and Sundays, but now, with chores taken care of during the week, weekends are free to be fully enjoyed. The biggest challenge is simply keeping track of what day it is!

Here’s to hoping 2025 brings improved health, exciting adventures, and continued discovery in this next chapter of life.

May your troubles be less, 

And your blessings be more. 

And nothing but happiness come through your door.

-- An Irish Blessing

Cheers!