Coffee this morning is Guatemalan Huehuetenango which comes from northwestern Guatemala. The beans are grown in some of the highest altitudes in Guatemala and are air roasted (a technology that utilizes a column of hot air rather than a conventional turning drum to roast the beans). The coffee itself has a deep aroma with notes of dried cherry, chocolate and cedar. It has a silky sweetness, great acidity and the finish is almost sugary sweet. Wakes you right up!!
The cigar: H. Upmann Magnum 46 (the Vitola is Corona Gorda). IMO, a very well constructed cigar with an even burn. The stick starts out with notes of fruit and nuts and cocoa that builds into a creamy espresso swirl (like the Romeo y Julieta Hermoso but more refined) and finishes with earth, leather and lots of smoke.
Since the holidays are here (my wife starts decorating Thanksgiving week) FuManChu, my golden retriever, our daughters and yours truly are dragooned into assisting Le Madame in her efforts to win the local house decoration contest (and as a result, have the highest electric bill in the territory).
Our house is built West Indies style (wide plantation verandas/porches that wrap around the house on all sides, with an open gazebo that can also double as an outdoor dining room overlooking the harbor) so there is a lot of open space to fill, which my wife does with every imaginable type of wreath, elf and Xmas figure. This is always a lot of work, so Fu and I take breaks whenever and wherever possible. I never question Le Madame’s motives about this contest (the winner gets a plaque with their name and the year of their win – yawn.) I merely point out to her that as Benjamin Franklin said: “We all can't be heroes. Somebody has to sit on the sides and clap as they go by.” For some reason, this does not mollify my wife. More about all of this in another post.
The girls are practicing Xmas carols for their school’s holiday play this year. Now, Fu always enjoys a good tune and several times while they were practicing with their mother, Fu chimed in. Le Madame scolded Fu about “his howling” and how my daughters were being distracted. Of course, in my companero’s defense, I pointed out that (1) there seems to be a shortage of voice teachers for dawgs; and (2) the same applies to musical appreciation, i.e., the girls have piano lessons each week, but FuManChu does not (my point: sitting on a piano bench, Fu would most likely be unable to reach the pedals) and second, would have difficulty wagging his tail (which everyone in the family knows is a favorite past time). My daughters began giggling during the explanation. Le Madame was speechless (for about 2 seconds) then she laughed, gave Fu a big hug and kicked us both out.
Our escape now made good, Fu and I plopped in my office where I poured some Grand Marnier and lit up a Fonseca Invictos (the vitola is Especiales) which has notes of cedar and nut in the first third, the middle section having a grassy Cuban twang and the finish, a strong tobacco flavor. IMO, a delicious cigar that goes very well with smooth liquor and warm Caribbean waters.
In the words of Charlie Brown: "Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.'”
P.S. Best holiday greetings to all who contribute to and read this string. A special wish to Brother Vince -- to make a quick recovery and to be able to light up a fine cigar in an early January snow.
cian