Partagas 8-9-8

[Hunter]

We gathered with friends and family for our celebration of Independence on the 4th of July. Beautiful day, low 70's, with a light breeze that trapped the day’s events suitably, perfectly, for the laze and relaxation of a post-feed stick. Already, a Chico and Short had wet my appetite and the food, prepared by an artisan's hand, left my constitution in shape for a long smoking experience. Kids rooted, digging the yard, and delivered rocky gifts.

Amigo, my not-quite portly not-quite straight hunting companion of years, launches a monologue redressing my choice smoke. A Partagas 8-9-8. "It's Independence Day, you should be smoking an American cigar," he says as a Power Ranger is unsheathed. "Shades of black," says the pot to the kettle. Independence and freedom of choice are neighbors one likes at all parties. Oui?

It smelled of tea, the whole box, of tea. And, the smoke tasted like tea, all of it down to the nub. "Ouch, fingers burning, dammit!" Its pedigree was stamped in black on the bottom of a cardboard husk, GSO JUN 06. Was this the date and place where winged pixies, sporting the face of Evangeline and frame of Joli, came to shed magic in the form of sweat? I should have responded to the RSVP.

On a field of tea and Christmas spice did tobacco linger, as wisps of cream and dark chocolate did play. God life is good, very good.

[Colt45]

I still haven't tried this cigar yet. Thanks for the review.