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In the Thread: Bruckner and women

Post Subject: Another chapter or life: the married smokingPosted by Romy the Cat on: 7/28/2013

To me there is absolutely nothing as high as the last 1-2 inch of Cohiba. I do not do any drugs, hardly ever drink but the last inch of Cohiba thrown me absolutely off cliff and I for a good 10-15 minutes drifting somewhere between “here” and “there”. Unfortunately to get Cohiba in US is very expensive and last years market is so infested with fake or with original that were not properly handles that I got very much upset buying second rate cigars and paying for it a lot of money. My former girlfriends were OK with cigars but as Amy begin to visit me in beginning of last and eventually moved in I stopped to smoke in house. I did not smoke in house from March of last year (with one nigh exception when Amy was out for a week) and I feel that to smoke outside any “interesting” cigars is kind of crime. When I some a good cigar I need to be in enclosed space and frankly I do not feel a need getting anything Cohiba-level to smoke on the yard. Last year I took pike and being a baby pipe smoker I have a lot of fun discovering different tobaccos. I need to admit that during the winter being outside on the cold with my either cigar or pipe I do not enjoy it too much and uselessly I go away with small 5” as my ass not getting frozen while I smoke it. That “married smoking” outside like a homeless dog do torpedo all my pleasurable experience with cigars. It is not to mention that she is an oncologist and has an understandable beef with smoking. She naturally would like me to die being absolutely healthy, well, regardless right she or wrong but with her coming in my life I think my appreciation of good smoke is gone.

Trying to maintain my post in context of the thread… I do remember that feeling: I am sitting at my cool and comfy listening chair with wide arms rests. It is nigh, dark and horns, basses and Wagner tubas are solemnly opening the Adagio from Bruckner 7… There is a nice large Cohiba sitting right there on my arms rest and the glorious gray smoke rising from it act as a metronome for the whole orchestra… Well, nowadays that all is juts memories…. It is not that I am complaining about me life now but the period of good time I had with cigars is kind of over for me. If sometimes we move and I have a dedicated listening room then I can make it cigar complained but I do not like a concept of dedicated rooms. So, do you think God does exist?

The Cat

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