|Not exactly them, but you get the gist.|
(I wish I could get them in these outfits. Even for a day...hahaha)
Also, Men in Tights in a hoot of a movie!
Generally we wind up in our secret lair (Habanos in Pawtucket, RI) purely by accident--if you call attendance patterns accidents. Whatevs.
|I WISH I could get them to chorus line.|
I wonder what it would cost me... because I'd pay cash money.
But the other day, many core group members found themselves in the tavern, well-primed (by the mead) for shenanigans and cigars. I thrust--yes, actually thrust--these most awesome-looking Rocky Patel American Market Selection robustos (5 1/2 x 50) (below) at four of them, all with varied cigar-smoking regularity and experience. (I had five, but had to save one for Valentino [obvs], who went missing in Sherwood Forest. Or the walk-in humidor.***)
|The lovely folks at Famous Smoke Shop |
sent them to us and said, "Smoke these please."
We're very good at following directions.
First up, my brother Chris. This was literally his fourth premium cigar ever.*****
|New cigar smoker and yet already |
mastered one of the key cigar poses.
You know we wouldn't lead him astray (much); his previous three were well-chosen, but this one he declared the best yet. Keep in mind: he doesn't know the cigar lingo or the ever-repeated descriptors, yet he said it surprisingly tasted creamy "and with some nuts or something." Huh.
Our pal Jim's a "few cigars a week" smoker and agreed with this Rocky Patel robusto's creaminess.
|Note to self: Monitor photographs |
rather than tossing the phone to the next victim.
Take my word for it: this is Jim's hand and cigar.
BTW, nice ash, Jim.
Or maybe we should say, "Nice ash, Rocky Patel."
Poor Deb. She'd come by to take her husband for ice cream.
Jim, however, had yet to touch flame to cigar.
I threatened Merry Men moniker revocation--plus I'd take the cigar back. When his eyes pleaded "But my wife..." I took control. We stormed her vehicle, insisting she succumb to our demands. And by this, I mean we begged for Jim to please stay and play with us. I also bribed her with promises of adult beverages. She acquiesced. (Yay!)
"And there's a lot of flavor," he continued. "This Rocky Patel is damn good." Thanks for taking one for the Band, Jim! And sorry about the ice cream, Deb!
Another Band leader, Brian, smokes a bit more than Jim, including stogies on the golf course.
|Are my photography skills getting better |
or his he incredibly photogenic?
I'd bet on the latter.
"This would be a great smoke for the course," Brian said. "It's mild. I prefer that when I'm playing golf. And this," he pointed to burning cigar, "this is the best part so far. It gets better the more I smoke it." He demonstrated with a deep draw. "Where can I get these?"
I acted as a fair maiden should, instead of cranking the snark and said, "They're exclusive to Famous Smoke. So if you want them, you either drive there or ask the mighty, mighty internets for assistance." He nodded and yanked out his phone. "What's it called again?"
And then, our hero, the cigar savant.
|I'd probably get better pictures if I, oh, I don't know--|
got up from the couch and perhaps even tried to focus.******
I shook my head.
"What does that mean?"
"None," I admitted, trying to look demure while holding a bag of Cheez-Its.
|Pretty darned close to his reaction.|
Oh my sweet reader, you just went back up to count, because you thought That was only four Merry Men but...Famous Smoke Shop sent five cigars.
|And yet I did lose--one cigar.|
Oh! And some things you want/need to know about the Rocky Patel American Market Selection robustos:
Wrapper: Ecuadorian Connecticut (Rumor has it, this wrapper was all the rage back in the day--not Robin Hood days, but the early 20th century.)
Filler: Honduran and Nicaraguan
- Churchill (7×49)
- Double Corona (7.5×52)
- Robusto, obviously (5 1/2 x 50)
- Sixty (6×60)
- Toro (6×52)
- Torpedo (6×52)
All right. I've got to round up the Band of Merry Men. I'm dying for attention. And a meal I don't have to pay for.
*If you know what's good for you, you will NOT debunk this theory.
***Or wherever it is he wanders off to as I hide behind the laptop.
****In a lady-like way, of course.
******Story of my life, this inability to focus.