I just ruined a good smoke. I had intended if not to review, than at least to comment on another tasting of a Padrón 1964 Príncipe – one of my favorites. Unfortunately, the weather was against me. Even on this relatively mild winter day (it is overcast and in the thirties, but there’s no wind), I experienced an uneven burn and an easily-dying ember, and I soon singed my tongue trying to keep the little guy going.
I am disheartened. However, I suppose I ought to be using this experience to learn, right? I suppose that no matter how nice you think it is outside, you should save the good smokes for summer. I’ll be sticking to the lower-priced sticks until it warms up – except, of course, when I can manage to find a cozy nook somewhere inside where folks won’t protest too loudly about the aroma. Come to think of it, maybe that’s the broader lesson here: if you live in New England and smoke cigars, an indoor haven is as indispensable as a good lighter.
