Malone,
I just lit up a San Cristobal de la Habana La Fuerza (5 ½ x 50), sitting in my office. It is a great afternoon smoke and delicious with a cup of Kenyan coffee. The construction of this cigar is smooth and firm; peppery and full bodied.
Presently, FuManchu is in disgrace (at least with my wife). Why? Along with swimming, playing and getting into things (did I mention, another reason he likes it under my cigar cabinet, is that when in trouble, HE thinks it's an excellent hiding place.
This morning, Fu was (apparently) practicing stalking skills in the yard (I don't think he's ever caught anything in his young life, but the effort is always great fun even if you come up empty handed) when he flushed a pelican. The pelican, while trying to escape my goldie (my children, who were in the kitchen, related this in great detail) half waddled and flew through the front door, making a left in the living room and then took a u-turn with a right hook into the kitchen, with Fu in hot pursuit.
My take: between my wife (with a broom), and the girls (who were running around the kitchen after both of them), the stalker and the stalkee decided that the better part of valor was NOT to stay in the same area as a mad french woman with said weapon in hand -- they fled, taking the kitchen table cloth as far as the front door (accidentally I am sure 8).
It's quiet now. My wife went to her exercise class and the kids are at a party; there's just me, a smoke, good coffee, sunshine and the disgraced Fu who is undeer the cigar cabinet, enjoying a day in the bay. No pelicans :wink:
cian
I just lit up a San Cristobal de la Habana La Fuerza (5 ½ x 50), sitting in my office. It is a great afternoon smoke and delicious with a cup of Kenyan coffee. The construction of this cigar is smooth and firm; peppery and full bodied.
Presently, FuManchu is in disgrace (at least with my wife). Why? Along with swimming, playing and getting into things (did I mention, another reason he likes it under my cigar cabinet, is that when in trouble, HE thinks it's an excellent hiding place.
This morning, Fu was (apparently) practicing stalking skills in the yard (I don't think he's ever caught anything in his young life, but the effort is always great fun even if you come up empty handed) when he flushed a pelican. The pelican, while trying to escape my goldie (my children, who were in the kitchen, related this in great detail) half waddled and flew through the front door, making a left in the living room and then took a u-turn with a right hook into the kitchen, with Fu in hot pursuit.
My take: between my wife (with a broom), and the girls (who were running around the kitchen after both of them), the stalker and the stalkee decided that the better part of valor was NOT to stay in the same area as a mad french woman with said weapon in hand -- they fled, taking the kitchen table cloth as far as the front door (accidentally I am sure 8).
It's quiet now. My wife went to her exercise class and the kids are at a party; there's just me, a smoke, good coffee, sunshine and the disgraced Fu who is undeer the cigar cabinet, enjoying a day in the bay. No pelicans :wink:
cian
