We're not here to talk about the SuperBowl, which bandied on in the background as I started this blog post. Hahaha.* I'd say no one even remembers what happened during the game (except maybe a couple of commercials), but yeah. This year's. We all know how it ended, with an entire Patriots Nation up-in-arms and a slew of giddy comedians imagining all the "ball" jokes they'd get to make.
Most memorable part of this year's Big Game for us? This La Flor Dominicana collection of beauties:
|Wait for it...|
|And Boom! as our favorite LFDer and SuperFriend likes to say. |
|Whaaa? I KNOW!|
Naturally, it all starts with Facebook, as so many things do. A post popped up, revealing these 5 3/4 x 60 babies, only available in Arizona. I started looking up flights and participating shops.
But damn if Caballero #2 isn't the fastest cigar purchaser in the west. East, actually. While I fiddled around trying to find a flight not bogged down by the 76 feet of snow accumulated thus far, he got on the phone and called Arizona.** A few moments later, he sent me a message: He'd purchased a box for our hero.***
Of course upon their quick pre-game arrival, Valentino didn't want to open them and ruin the full box of ten.**** "Then I will only have nine," he whimpered. But we did open them, thanks to me making promises I might not be able to fulfill. He, sadly yet happily, set one aflame.
The other LFD-Jon in our lives, VP of Sales Jon Carney, said, in an interview with halfwheel.com, "[T]he cigar will be an entirely new blend that uses an Ecuadorian Habano wrapper, Nicaraguan binder and Dominican filler" and is based on an idea from Baxter’s Cigars in Phoenix.
|The caballeros. Caballeri?|
“The cigar is a celebration of football,” Carney said. I say it's a celebration of awesomeness, just like the entire stable of LFD cigars.
|About the cigar: "This is fucking good."|
(The photograph, not so much.)
"Well?" I asked, fingers poised over the laptop, as if I would actually write a timely blogpost and not be lured away by the delicious foods passed around Habanos as part of the big (game) event.
After declaring the cigar a winner, with no accusations later about deflated balls, those two gazed lovingly at the damn cigars with every puff.***** (You can read a full review by not me here.)
About that empty promise I made? Naturally, he remembered. I hit the internet again, beginning a new quest for things to light on fire.****** Found 'em at Fine Ash Cigars, owned by my from-that-point-on best friend Sam Lopez and his lovely bride Rosie.
Bought a box.
He smoked a couple more.
|Oh you gorgeous thing.|
And then I panicked. With four left from that original box, they'd soon be gone and, as I have not only met Valentino but know him better than anyone on the planet, he'd never open and smoke the backup box.
I crossed my fingers, began an oft-used mantra that generally accompanies cigar searches, "Please still have some. Please still have some," uncrossed my fingers so I could type, and travelled back to Sam's site.
And then there were two--one for my main caballero and one for the humidor.
As I type this in June, I worry about that other box getting low. ::types "LFD football edition" into search engine::
To again quote our pal, Boom! Found them! Of course I just told you my secret to finding hard-to-find cigars. Dummy.
I'll race you there--because the alternative, rewriting a portion of this blog post, would mean you wouldn't see it until the next SuperBowl.
Just hope that shiny Ring Ding package over there slows me down.
|Photo from LFD, which explains is loveliness.|
*Self-imposed goals/targets are stupid. So are deadlines.
**Not the whole state.
***Keeping track of the gifts these two give each other is becoming a full-time job. (Applications now being accepted.)
****As you may recall, or maybe not because I forgot to tell you, when I purchase cigars (sticks or boxes), I generally get one for each Caballero and one for the humidor.
*****Damn you, Litto Gomez (kidding! Love you!), for making that happen. Those looks are generally reserved for me!
******I can't help it, since my boy grew up in the 90s, but every time someone mentions football, my brain sees and hears this:
|A million life bonus points if you know the show.|