I bought a pair of swish-looking blade cutters made by Carlin from the only cigar shop I can find in the Bluewater shopping centre. (It's actually a paper shop that sells Havanas from a Humidor. A bit crap. Anyone fancy opening a decent one there?...).
I was bored. I needed to buy something.
Well these cutters are pretty hopeless. I get a grip on the cigar and then have to exert so much pressure that ther e's a danger of the blades plus in flagrante cigar flying across the room.
I've also got into the habit of putting the cut-off cap and a bit of the cut-off cigar into my mouth as a sort of taste pre-amble to the cigar.
I love it. I do it behind closed doors, and you're the first to know.
A small plug of D4 tobacco gets me going before I light up. There's a real zing about this two-minute ritual. Magic.
I was bored. I needed to buy something.
Well these cutters are pretty hopeless. I get a grip on the cigar and then have to exert so much pressure that ther e's a danger of the blades plus in flagrante cigar flying across the room.
I've also got into the habit of putting the cut-off cap and a bit of the cut-off cigar into my mouth as a sort of taste pre-amble to the cigar.
I love it. I do it behind closed doors, and you're the first to know.
A small plug of D4 tobacco gets me going before I light up. There's a real zing about this two-minute ritual. Magic.
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