Post1630. Friday February 16
I’m lounging in my armchair before a crackling log fire, in one hand a bulbous glass of fine vintage port, in the other a Montecristo Turbo Corona Grande cigar: six and one-eighth inches of heaven itself
I clip off the end before the ceremonial lighting; not a match, not a lighter, but a seasoned wooden taper.
I draw in the smoke, slowly, for cigar smoke should be savoured not swallowed, then hold it in my mouth until I taste cedar wood and cherries.
Perfect rings of smoke rise above me, fragrant halos which slowly fade leaving an aroma that transports me back to the smoky bars of Havana.
As the music of Mozart wafts over me, I close my eyes and enjoy an hour of perfect peace and contentment.
When the time comes to say farewell to my smoking partner, I don’t stub it out for to do so would show a lack of respect; no I let it fade away naturally, for someone once said the end of a good smoke is like losing a friend who had time to sit and listen.
This week’s cue word is Smoke.
My story about smoke would be : I hate smoke. Repeat five times.
Haha! Between you and me, I agree – I’m actually a non-smoker!
Oh, my gosh – So this is the joy my husband gets from smoking his Rocky Patel cigars. I feel that way when I’m tasting chocolate and drinking red wine. Such a relaxing piece.
Chocolate and red wine – yum yum! Cheers Val.
So evocative; it’s almost enough to make me start smoking again. ALMOST. lol
Me too, but not quite! Cheers Deborah
I was waiting for him to fall asleep with his beloved cigar in hand and for everything to go up in smoke. I’m glad you didn’t take it there.
No, I couldn’t do that to him! Thanks Fango.
Wonderful description here – definitely puts the reader in the scene. Cherry cigar smoke or pipe tobacco is a particular joy. I remember a relative who enjoyed it.
Delighted to have ignited a happy memory, Lisa.
Masterfullly written SSS.
That being said it brought back memories of how sometimes my mother’s woolen clothes still had the lingering smell of cigar smoke, because her boss would smoke then when he dictated a letters to her. One of my uncles smoked cigars, and I hated that smell and could never understand what the attraction was. In the olden days, even women smoked cigars. Yuck!
I have to say I really like the smell of them but not enough to make me take up smoking! I’d forgotten about women smoking them. They were small ones. Cheroots I believe, Cheers Pat.
Once upon a time, i occasionally enjoyed sharing a good cigar with Sweetie. What a great reminder!
How romantic! Perhaps you should take it up again!
damn I miss smoking. lol, not cigars, though… cigarettes I’ll veer towards the clump of smokers out in their Ten Minute Coventry, evicted from the company of their fellow workers, grabbing a few minutes among their vanishing ranks…. just to catch a whiff…
good post
I had a pub when the indoor smoking ban came in. although not a smoker myself (my story was a lie!) I really missed the lingering smell – it was replaced with that of soiled carpet!