St. Luis Rey Habano. Yes, . . .

Joined Sep 2003
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Puerto Rico/NYC
I did say the word Habano within the confines of the United States of America.

Don't ask, don't tell.

Thursday is the day when I leave my temp job in the morning at We Can Kick Your Law Firm's Tuchas and make my way around town meeting with freelance clients, picking up resumes and legal documents, flyers for revision, dropping off finished jobs and disks, and maybe spend a couple hours at a client's finishing off a project on their office or home office computer. Sometimes it's just picking up a check or cash for balances on work already performed.

At 1655 hours, after picking up a check and dropping off some resume copies with a client in the East 30's on Park Avenue South in Manhattan, NYC I noticed that it had turned into quite a nice day, somewhere in the upper 30's, less wind and suddenly the icy blast that has permeated this part of the country had subsided and it turned into one of those bustling but beautiful NYC evenings, with the whole rush hour/night life thingy going on.

So, I removed a St. Luis Rey Habano, given to me by a generous internet cigar friend, about a 5x42 size, from my three finger Havana Pocket Humidor (no relation), lit it and walked up Third Avenue to my next client for another payment. I met the gentleman coming out of work, received my payment and proceeded to the external area of Grand Central Terminal between 43rd and 44th Streets on Lexington Avenue to finish this fhine, fhine, oh soooo fhine, pttttttttttttemium cigahhh.

Since I had to make a deposit at my bank in the terminal and then proceed to the post office on 44th and Lexington, this was a perfect place to finish the cigar as people rushed frantically up and down Lexington Avenue and toward Grand Central in the throes of their daily rush hour routines.

There are very few Non-Cuban cigars in the world that can compare to a PROPERLY constructed, PROPERLY cultivated Cuban cigar in terms of richness, consistency and overall complexity of the flavor profile, and this one did not disappoint for one minute throughout the entire experience. Rich flavors of sweet earth and cream dominated this wonderful cigar experience, and as I stood outside of Grand Central and finshed this cigar, caught up in a rare moment in my life, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, standing still, watching the REST of the world rushing around and realizing that as my day was coming to an end, with only two evening appointments left, I WAS RUNNING ON TIME!!!

THAT was an experience, and a cigar I will not soon forget. And the train I took to get home last night? Well, I had totally expected to be on the 9:02 Hudson Line Poughkeepsie train but I actually made the 8:23 and got home at least forty minutes earlier than expected and and hour and forty minutes earlier than usual!!! The kicker was that despite leaving GCT at a predictable two minutes late, we arrived at New Hamburg station one minute early. The taxi driver, who also just bought the company was VERY glad to see me, because he expected me as late as an 11:34 arrival and he wanted to get home and get to sleep, because he had an early start this morning.

Not a bad start to my weekend, and a great cigar to kick it off.
 
HEY RICK!!! HEY EVERYBODY, IT'S RICK FROM DALLAS!!! God bless you, my friend and welcome to amback.com!!! I'll see if I have any more Cubans to send for another bottle of that Weller 19, but admittedly, I might not, at least not enough to make it worth your while. Great to see you here.