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I may be getting accidentally fancy - at least when it comes to cigars.
Differentiating between tippy-top shelf and budget whisk(e)ys has been pretty easy to do for a while. Not a brag. Anyone can do it with a bit of practice.
But cigars? People have been generously wasting their fancy “sticks” on me for years. As long as there’s no twigs in it, any cheap cigar will do.
Other people’s guidance hasn't been much help either. Every shared flavor note leaves me landing on the same basic opinion.
It’s pretty smoky, also cigar-y.
Come to think of it, that’s probably the same kind of inscrutable experience most people have when they first venture into whisk(e)y.
It's just a big wall of indiscernible and obtuse flavor - until one day it suddenly isn’t.
Yesterday I was sitting with Emma and Daniel on the deck of the distillery. Each of us with a generous ration of whiskey - and a cigar. My budget stick was trying its hardest to keep up with the whiskey. Per usual, it was a smoky little gremlin poking and harassing the real hero - my whiskey.
Then a tendril of Emma’s smokeshow landed on me - and I got it. The layers of flavor and complexity that had eluded for years were finally hanging low, waiting to be plucked and appreciated.
I immediately put the gremlin out of its misery and mooched a stick off her. For science.
Don’t know why I brought up cigars. Just been thinking about it. If you’re not already into cigars - don’t bother. Frankly, my learning curve was too long and steep to broadly recommend a romp down that smoky path.
It’s just nice to pull back the veil and discover another level of appreciation for anything, ya know?
By the way, if I find a smoking jacket with epaulettes (fancy shoulder fringe) it’ll be an automatic BUY.
#MaximumFancy
~ Magnificent Bastard
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