maybe not. 
As my train pulled into Grand Central Terminal three minutes late* tonight at 0007 hours, I roused myself and got ready for the night ahead at work. I thought that instead of following my cold weather routine of going downstairs into the subway for the one stop trip to work, that I would walk up to work and hang out with a fhine pttttttttemium cigahh.
So, I got out of Grand Central's side entrance at 43rd Street and Lexington Avenue, and suddenly thought "well, maybe not." The cold has a tendency to cut through you like a knife when you have deteriorating asthma, but I had packed a sweater, and noting that it was an otherwise nice, clear night I slipped off my jacket, put the sweater on and put the jacket back on. I then removed the Partagas Serie D. No. 4 Edicion Limitada 2001 from Ye Olde Havana Pocket Hugh Midawhr and clipped it, noting that in fact there was a chilly wind coming down Lexington Avenue, which meant from the north, which meant, . . .
COLD!!!
But not so cold as to dampen my determination to resume an otherwise warm weather habit. Being that I don't have to sign in until 0030, at the beginning of the third shift, or even 0045, I lit the cigar at 0014 and noted immediately that it drew extremely well, and that despite spending quite a while in Desk Top III (that's kinda sorta like Air Force I), and Ye Olde Havana Pocket Hugh Midawhr, that it also still had that feisty spiciness of a true Jen U. Whine Kyoobin Cigahhhhhhhh.
Strong flavors of salted Brazil nuts and cocoa powder dominated the first half of this cigar, as I walked up Lexington Avenue, looking at a couple window displays, including the Barclay Rex display on 51st Street. As I got on the side of 53rd Street, by the CVS store, and reached the halfway point, watching second shift building service workers scurry toward the subway entrance on their way home, the cigar changed to some beautiful rich creamy, earthy notes with the spice dropping off a bit, and the nut flavor sweetening. One thing about a good Kyoobin cigar is that the rich, ever changing flavor profile will keep you satisfied and on your toes.
As I smoked on, with rich, full bodied smoke filling my mouth and wafting skyward with each puff in the chilly, clear, peaceful(!!!) New York City night air I contemplated what to have for "breakfast." Should I go into CVS and get some unsalted cashews and Haagen Dazs, or should I go across the street to the Arab American gentleman with the huge "pushcart" and grill serving up some of the tastiest food I've ever eaten, simple, rib sticking and inexpensive? It had been a while since I'd stopped by there, and if you're ever on the Northeast corner of 53rd Street and Lexington Avenue, particularly late at night, I'd recommend you'd see if he's around and check out his food.
Well, I decided that a rich tasting Kyoobin cigahh should be followed up by some rich tasting, spicy food and smoked the cigar down as I waited for the food at the pushcart. At 0048 hours, after a 34 minute smoke, with about a quarter to three eighths of a smokeable inch left to go, I tossed it, with the flavors of cream and sweet earth having reached a delicious peak. I could have easily smoked the rest of it, but there was no sense losing another 15 minutes of pay on my log sheet, and signing in at 0045 when you're walking in at 0050 can be tricky. You have to get down to some serious work real quick to get the supervisor not to bust your chops about stealing time, although they're all just working stiffs like me who've been there (still are!!!) and understand about good will for good people, and also knowing that you sometimes work until 0845 and sign out at 0830.
Not too many things in da woil like a Jen U. Whine Kyoobin Cigah.
*Editor's Note: Metro-North Railroad's published statement concerning the "lateness" of a train is that if a train reaches the end of its run 5 minutes and 59 seconds late or less, that it is considered to be on time.
As my train pulled into Grand Central Terminal three minutes late* tonight at 0007 hours, I roused myself and got ready for the night ahead at work. I thought that instead of following my cold weather routine of going downstairs into the subway for the one stop trip to work, that I would walk up to work and hang out with a fhine pttttttttemium cigahh.
So, I got out of Grand Central's side entrance at 43rd Street and Lexington Avenue, and suddenly thought "well, maybe not." The cold has a tendency to cut through you like a knife when you have deteriorating asthma, but I had packed a sweater, and noting that it was an otherwise nice, clear night I slipped off my jacket, put the sweater on and put the jacket back on. I then removed the Partagas Serie D. No. 4 Edicion Limitada 2001 from Ye Olde Havana Pocket Hugh Midawhr and clipped it, noting that in fact there was a chilly wind coming down Lexington Avenue, which meant from the north, which meant, . . .
COLD!!!
But not so cold as to dampen my determination to resume an otherwise warm weather habit. Being that I don't have to sign in until 0030, at the beginning of the third shift, or even 0045, I lit the cigar at 0014 and noted immediately that it drew extremely well, and that despite spending quite a while in Desk Top III (that's kinda sorta like Air Force I), and Ye Olde Havana Pocket Hugh Midawhr, that it also still had that feisty spiciness of a true Jen U. Whine Kyoobin Cigahhhhhhhh.
Strong flavors of salted Brazil nuts and cocoa powder dominated the first half of this cigar, as I walked up Lexington Avenue, looking at a couple window displays, including the Barclay Rex display on 51st Street. As I got on the side of 53rd Street, by the CVS store, and reached the halfway point, watching second shift building service workers scurry toward the subway entrance on their way home, the cigar changed to some beautiful rich creamy, earthy notes with the spice dropping off a bit, and the nut flavor sweetening. One thing about a good Kyoobin cigar is that the rich, ever changing flavor profile will keep you satisfied and on your toes.
As I smoked on, with rich, full bodied smoke filling my mouth and wafting skyward with each puff in the chilly, clear, peaceful(!!!) New York City night air I contemplated what to have for "breakfast." Should I go into CVS and get some unsalted cashews and Haagen Dazs, or should I go across the street to the Arab American gentleman with the huge "pushcart" and grill serving up some of the tastiest food I've ever eaten, simple, rib sticking and inexpensive? It had been a while since I'd stopped by there, and if you're ever on the Northeast corner of 53rd Street and Lexington Avenue, particularly late at night, I'd recommend you'd see if he's around and check out his food.
Well, I decided that a rich tasting Kyoobin cigahh should be followed up by some rich tasting, spicy food and smoked the cigar down as I waited for the food at the pushcart. At 0048 hours, after a 34 minute smoke, with about a quarter to three eighths of a smokeable inch left to go, I tossed it, with the flavors of cream and sweet earth having reached a delicious peak. I could have easily smoked the rest of it, but there was no sense losing another 15 minutes of pay on my log sheet, and signing in at 0045 when you're walking in at 0050 can be tricky. You have to get down to some serious work real quick to get the supervisor not to bust your chops about stealing time, although they're all just working stiffs like me who've been there (still are!!!) and understand about good will for good people, and also knowing that you sometimes work until 0845 and sign out at 0830.
Not too many things in da woil like a Jen U. Whine Kyoobin Cigah.
*Editor's Note: Metro-North Railroad's published statement concerning the "lateness" of a train is that if a train reaches the end of its run 5 minutes and 59 seconds late or less, that it is considered to be on time.
