Mister Moo
The Pinnacle of Style
I smoked a cigar a while ago. It was pretty good. Then, Ro'Randy asked me why I didn't cigar post much anymore (A: I lack cigar originality) but I posted a cigar thought anyhow and, by golly, it was fun.
So then, having once again forgotten to smoke a cigar for a while, I stumbled into a never before seen little B&M 200 miles from home and copped an almost full box of Anejos (MSRP less box purchase discount - don't ask me why - still puzzling over that deal) while stalling on having a chick lunch at a chick restuarant with wife and sister-in-law. That turned out surprisingly well - they had some kinda rib-eye tacos with hot pineapple salsa that was mindboggling.
Well, to make a pointless story even longer, wife and I are more or less self moving to a new home and we are now half/half between two houses separated by 30 miles. My pipes are packed, the pipe lighter is MIA and my favorite chair could be anywhere - it never seems to be where I am anyhow. I have moved all the boxes Mrs. Moo packed today into the cargo trailer by the back door - gravity, leverage, inclined plane and a large hand truck are actually doing most of the work but Madame la Mou thinks I'm The Human Dynamo. (For those of you who know Ms. M, lets not spoil that impression in casual conversation. Thank you.)
She who must be obeyed has gone to the movies with "the girls". I am left briefly to my own devices in the wrong chair, no TV, no CD's, pipeless and thinking about heading to Bojangles for a chicken thing. But then I noticed the humidor - that which is last to be moved. It beckoned. A cigar? Of course!
A quiet moment. Hundreds to choose from.
Old flooping reliable: La Aurora Cien Anos. How much hell can there be to pay for stinking up a house we've effectively abandoned?
Heaven - the smell wafting through a large, mostly empty room. :tu
Special thanks to Raney (who did his damage then cut and ran) for getting me hooked; Jeff, for wise counsel on ERDMs; Klugs and ESP, for dazzling inspiration; OpusXOX, for introducing me to the grand Cien Anos; Leafhog, for conducting the Moving Strategy and Theory 101 seminar; SevilleKid, for helping me realize coffee is an insane web of distraction; and the B/SOTLs & B/SOTBs met and unmet for continued kindness, generosity and unflinching good cheer. Cigar smokers and coffeeheads... who knew?
New house almost on line. Here's the deal: the cigars will be in the temperature-cool new finished, soon-to-be ventilated, basement. I'm leaving an extra chair down there in case you drop by.
This is not exactly an original thought, but I really am enjoying this Cien Anos in the old digs I am about to leave behind. The thing is, I met all y'all here and I just wanted you to know that I have been enjoying your company - you have been welcome. I'm bugging out but there will always be a place for you in the new joint.
So then, having once again forgotten to smoke a cigar for a while, I stumbled into a never before seen little B&M 200 miles from home and copped an almost full box of Anejos (MSRP less box purchase discount - don't ask me why - still puzzling over that deal) while stalling on having a chick lunch at a chick restuarant with wife and sister-in-law. That turned out surprisingly well - they had some kinda rib-eye tacos with hot pineapple salsa that was mindboggling.
Well, to make a pointless story even longer, wife and I are more or less self moving to a new home and we are now half/half between two houses separated by 30 miles. My pipes are packed, the pipe lighter is MIA and my favorite chair could be anywhere - it never seems to be where I am anyhow. I have moved all the boxes Mrs. Moo packed today into the cargo trailer by the back door - gravity, leverage, inclined plane and a large hand truck are actually doing most of the work but Madame la Mou thinks I'm The Human Dynamo. (For those of you who know Ms. M, lets not spoil that impression in casual conversation. Thank you.)
She who must be obeyed has gone to the movies with "the girls". I am left briefly to my own devices in the wrong chair, no TV, no CD's, pipeless and thinking about heading to Bojangles for a chicken thing. But then I noticed the humidor - that which is last to be moved. It beckoned. A cigar? Of course!
A quiet moment. Hundreds to choose from.
Old flooping reliable: La Aurora Cien Anos. How much hell can there be to pay for stinking up a house we've effectively abandoned?
Heaven - the smell wafting through a large, mostly empty room. :tu
Special thanks to Raney (who did his damage then cut and ran) for getting me hooked; Jeff, for wise counsel on ERDMs; Klugs and ESP, for dazzling inspiration; OpusXOX, for introducing me to the grand Cien Anos; Leafhog, for conducting the Moving Strategy and Theory 101 seminar; SevilleKid, for helping me realize coffee is an insane web of distraction; and the B/SOTLs & B/SOTBs met and unmet for continued kindness, generosity and unflinching good cheer. Cigar smokers and coffeeheads... who knew?
New house almost on line. Here's the deal: the cigars will be in the temperature-cool new finished, soon-to-be ventilated, basement. I'm leaving an extra chair down there in case you drop by.
This is not exactly an original thought, but I really am enjoying this Cien Anos in the old digs I am about to leave behind. The thing is, I met all y'all here and I just wanted you to know that I have been enjoying your company - you have been welcome. I'm bugging out but there will always be a place for you in the new joint.