Julieta, when we made loveâ¦
A Guest Spot by The Blocked Dwarf
Iâm about to go all Mad Mohel (goy-gle it!)  on a 2â chunk of a twenty quid âChurchillâ cuban cigar and Freud was wrong about a Zigarre sometimes just being a smoke. But I should start at the beginning, at the root, the crus :
As Iâve said before, after decades of industrial grade alcoholism, my sense of taste and smell are all mixed up. Perique , one of the rarest tobaccos, smells like tomato ketchup fermenting over cow shit. Lakatia is like smoking something  youâd paint the shed with. Grandadâs prefered brand (a âLakelandâ if we want to get technical)  tastes  like an explosion in a 18th century apothecary or your grannyâs knicker drawer for the gerontophiles among us and that Cutters Crap, Virginia-sauced-with-
The other day a generous friend brought me back from parts most foreign two packs of 3 âRomeo y Julieta Churchillâ cigars. They are, without doubt, the most expensive cigars I have ever smoked. Genuine âhand rolled on upper thighs of cubano virginsâ (personally, Iâd prefer those virgins used a proper wooden board & a rolling machine but more on that in a minute).
The couple of cigar type things I smoke a day are normally made from the same sort of European tobaccos I like in my 40-60 daily cigarettes and my pipe; what I think of as âclog tobaccoâ ie tobacco traditionally smoked by people who wore wooden clogs, sabots;peasant tobacco. The sort of stuff our great granddads smoked if they lived in a hut on the side of an alp (I keep meaning to write a post on Heidiâs Grandpa and personal friend of another infamous Austrian ).
Do you want to know why Cuban cigars are so popular? Why cigar smokers consider them to be the best in the world? Having opened the first metal-tube-lined-with-cedar I shall tell you: they smell of vagina and not just that but a vagina in âheatâ , aroused. A scent that bypasses the male frontal lobes ,heading straight for the limbic and a Land That Time For…ced girls to wear bikinis made of sabre toothed tiger fur.
Of course I had to google and itâs not much of a secret, or as one notably frank cigar blogger remarks âGood cigars smell of pussy. Fact!â.
My neural sensory pathways resemble Gravelly Hill Interchange, so I always get The Bestest Frau In The Whole Wide World to sniff any ânewâ tobacco I get . I didnât tell her beforehand what I thought it smelt of, I never do. I value her unbiased, non smoking, paranoid psychoticâs opinion. Her face screwed up and she declared it smelt AWFUL ( âarse and corpseâ [sic] – a German phrase for nasty niffs). Soooo I guess I donât need to worry about her running off with another woman, ditching me for the MilkWOman.
Making and toasting my own tobacco taught me a bit about âpyrazinesâ and how they can make tobacco smell of nuts/coffee/chocolate/hay/
So why did I say that I would prefer those unsullied daughters of Castro rolled their cigars on a board ? Less âhandmaiden madeâ and more âmachinedâ? Well. another thing I didnât know about really good , hand made, cigars is that up to a third of all those produced by traditional methods are unsmokeable. So tightly rolled or âlumpyâ that you canât draw through them without risking an embolism. Apparently one needs to have a âdraw pokerâ or, as we cigar novices call it  âa kebab skewerâ. I will be ordering one this weekend. But this is why I gave up trying to smoke the thing, and will be chopping up the far-too-good-to-waste cigar to use as pipe tobacco!
Do they also taste of a girl-about-to-shoot-stars? No, but I havenât smoked enough of them to describe the exquisite taste. Closest I can get to describing it at the moment is âthey taste the way church incense should but doesnât â (you tried smoking incense once in the 80s, stoned out of your box and you still recall how vile it tasted compared to how enticing it smelt).
Anyways if anyone knows why Cuban cigars smell so good please let me know below!
Haha great post!
And there were 7 of us growing up in a 3 bedroom council house when I was a kid, I remember them cheap cornflakes!!
We were only 4 kids but we considered those bloody strangely shiney and far too thick fake cornflakes a treat…of sorts! Normally we got porridge for breakfast (I can actually recall being jealous of my class mates who got actual real *too expensive* Ready Brek) and if we were lucky some of my mother’s salt free home made bread as toast. No, Mother wasn’t ahead of the nutritional curve…she just kept on forgetting to add salt to the dough…so often infact I took over the bread making…which meant the bread got not only salted but the yeast also got properly activated and the bread leavened. Hmmmm toasted, salt free, glue for breakfast…and Aged Mother wonders why I refer to my childhood as ‘dickensian’….
I first went to Cuba 10 years ago in 2010. When I arrived at the hotel, we were greeted by a Cuban lady who gave us a small Cohiba Siglio II and a bottle of white Havana club.
It was my first experience smoking a Cigar, and I thought to myself: wow this kinda smells like, well, as you've said in your blog post. I've been back to Cuba 3 times since then and I always come back with the maximum amount of Cigars. We even visited one of the cigar factories in Guardalavaca and oh boy did it smell great in there.
Having experienced more Cigars since then, I have come to really enjoy Nicuraguan cigars now like Padron. But still, nothing smells quite like a cigar from Cuba. Very unique smell and taste. Cohiba are my favourite ones.