Howzat?
English Summertime is forever linked with the sound of leather on willow. Whether you love or can’t stand the intrinsically British pastime of cricket, there’s no denying that the sound of bat on ball and the gentle ripple of applause from the spectators gathered on the boundary is one of those lazy, hazy Summer sounds that bring to mind hammocks and droning bees, soft breezes and warm afternoon naps.
Have A Little Faith
So much of a successful life – and by that, we mean a happy, fulfilled one – is about putting one foot in front of another. That sounds rather like over simplification, but the essence of the statement remains absolutely true.
Wood For The Trees
Sometimes we forget to observe and enjoy the obvious. In our constant striving for something more, our attention tends to get focused on the exciting, the glamourous. The simple, little things get overlooked.
Some Things Just Work…
Weird how some things just go well together. Like fish and chips, or pie and mash. And sometimes in life, you’re lucky enough to find a place, a pastime – if you’re really, really lucky, a person – who just seems to go together perfectly with you.
What’s Your Beef?
What’s your biggest beef when it comes to cigars? While this blog is usually a paragon of hope, humour, optimism and happiness, we also realise that there are times when certain cigar things drive you mad.
Age Before Beauty
Have you ever experimented with laying down cigars? It’s accepted practice when it comes to wine – and indeed vintage cigars have a certain cachè as well as as an increase in later sale price if they’ve been kept well – but it is by no means an exact science, and most cigar smokers can only define it in broad terms.
In Answer To Your Question…
A cigar just does it for me. It really is as simple as that when it comes down to it, isn’t it? Sometimes you can find yourself justifying your love for the leaf over and over again; to your friends, family, acquaintances, colleagues – even, to be honest, to yourself.
Catch The Fish, Not The Fisherman
Being a cigar lover is a bit like being a fisherman – with the quarry being an elusive cigar rather than a shimmering trout. We could stretch the analogy to tortuous limits and tell you that clipping and torching your cigar is like tying your deadliest fly and making sure your rod, reel, line and hook are in fighting form.