Sorry gang, no pictures with this review. I couldn't take the big macro lens and body to the B&M.
What started with a so-so dinner ended up with me sitting on the bathroom floor getting "that feeling" that hate - you know, the bile taste, the spinning sensations, the "I drank wayyyy too much too fast" feeling.
Here's how it starts.
Went to the local last night with my brother-in-law (occasional smoker) after a sushi dinner with the family. Poked around the really good selection, passed over my mainstay Gurkha cabinet (the owner knows that's my favorite) and went near the Camachos. I have a Camacho Liberty and Camacho Triple Maduro already in the humidor at home.
I picked up a Camacho Diploma Corojo 6/60 which was priced at ~$12, grabbed my brother-in-law's Drew Estate Java 6/62 (I think) and paid up, sucka.
The appearance of the Diploma was terrific. Solid build, hefty, with what I felt was perfect construction. Smooth, thickly packed, and promising.
Snipped off the cap, lit up, and sat down for what I felt was at least an hour and fifteen minute smoke. 6/60 is a damn big cigar.
About a third through, the ash falls in my lap and all over the floor, earning me the look of disgust from the manager. The ash didn't even hold as it landed - it shattered into a thousand salt-sized particles.
Meh, I thought. I was more careful as the night continued. I noted that while the burn remained steady and the draw was cool, the ash flaked off very rapidly upon combustion. Think snowflakes. Rather annoying.
The aroma was pretty standard throughout. Leather, creamy smoke with some spiciness. Heavy flavor. Maybe a bit too much.
At about halfway, I noticed that the B&M's ventilation wasn't working, and there was a lot of smoke lingering. I started getting nauseous and walked out to get air, and felt slightly better.
Went back in, picked up the half-finished Diploma. Few more minutes puffing occasionally, and the room spun. I had to put it down before it put me down.
I crept into the bathroom, prayed i didn't :barf: and eventually crawled into the bedroom.
I don't think it was the stick's fault - or maybe it was. There was so many factors here - the dinner, the strength/flavor profile of the stick, the lack of circulation in the B&M.
I think there's a combo of all the reasons, although this is the second time I've run out of the B&M near sick. The other time was after a CAO Mx2. I noted this feeling never happens in the open air.
I guess it's all part of being a newb.
What started with a so-so dinner ended up with me sitting on the bathroom floor getting "that feeling" that hate - you know, the bile taste, the spinning sensations, the "I drank wayyyy too much too fast" feeling.
Here's how it starts.
Went to the local last night with my brother-in-law (occasional smoker) after a sushi dinner with the family. Poked around the really good selection, passed over my mainstay Gurkha cabinet (the owner knows that's my favorite) and went near the Camachos. I have a Camacho Liberty and Camacho Triple Maduro already in the humidor at home.
I picked up a Camacho Diploma Corojo 6/60 which was priced at ~$12, grabbed my brother-in-law's Drew Estate Java 6/62 (I think) and paid up, sucka.
The appearance of the Diploma was terrific. Solid build, hefty, with what I felt was perfect construction. Smooth, thickly packed, and promising.
Snipped off the cap, lit up, and sat down for what I felt was at least an hour and fifteen minute smoke. 6/60 is a damn big cigar.
About a third through, the ash falls in my lap and all over the floor, earning me the look of disgust from the manager. The ash didn't even hold as it landed - it shattered into a thousand salt-sized particles.
Meh, I thought. I was more careful as the night continued. I noted that while the burn remained steady and the draw was cool, the ash flaked off very rapidly upon combustion. Think snowflakes. Rather annoying.
The aroma was pretty standard throughout. Leather, creamy smoke with some spiciness. Heavy flavor. Maybe a bit too much.
At about halfway, I noticed that the B&M's ventilation wasn't working, and there was a lot of smoke lingering. I started getting nauseous and walked out to get air, and felt slightly better.
Went back in, picked up the half-finished Diploma. Few more minutes puffing occasionally, and the room spun. I had to put it down before it put me down.
I crept into the bathroom, prayed i didn't :barf: and eventually crawled into the bedroom.
I don't think it was the stick's fault - or maybe it was. There was so many factors here - the dinner, the strength/flavor profile of the stick, the lack of circulation in the B&M.
I think there's a combo of all the reasons, although this is the second time I've run out of the B&M near sick. The other time was after a CAO Mx2. I noted this feeling never happens in the open air.
I guess it's all part of being a newb.
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