Thoughts on a cold Sunday morning
It’s Sunday morning, February 1st. These are 10 things I’m thinking about.

It’s fucking cold here. It’s 19F (-5C) as I type this. I live in the South. I do not remember this kind of extended cold streak in my 28 year…

Those of a certain age will remember the Nestlé Quik commercial from the 1970s that gave us the line, “That’s the saddest sound I know.” That small lament comes to mind whenever I realize I’ve reached the final cigar in a favorite box.The Oliva Serie V…

As so often happens, the weather turned unseasonably warm in the days before an “historic” storm was predicted. That brief tease of warmth provided the inspiration for a warm-ish sip and smoke on the porch. Looking over the Cigar of the Month drawer in…

I picked up a selection of cigars from Hermanos de Armas back in June of 2025. I’ve smoked several of them over time, but — with one lone exception — haven’t mentioned them here. That omission is due solely to a lack of effort on my part, not any short…

I’ve noticed that by about 10 AM most days I am done with the news. I’m deleting unread email newsletters and skipping over blog posts or Mastodon posts that have anything to do with current events. I just can’t take it anymore. Then I feel guilty a…

I just can’t take the news.

I just can’t take the news.

I don’t mind sitting with a heater on the enclosed porch on a cool evening to enjoy a cigar. Sitting there with a heater running while the sun is shining in the afternoon, however, generally doesn’t excite me. Maybe my brain automatically equates sunsh…

My disdain for the frosted beer mug, in most situations, is no secret. Recently, however, I encountered its lesser-known but equally misguided cousin: the frosted whiskey glass.We were enjoying beer and pizza at a restaurant in Blacksburg, Virginia. Th…

It had been a while since I spent time at my local cigar lounge. I’d often intended to head over to Hogshead Cigar Lounge for some indoor smoking pleasure, but, if we’re being honest, convenience often won out. Why drive when I can simply step onto my …