El Pulpo by Artesano del Tobacco: A Full-Bodied Masterpiece

I picked up a five-pack of the El Pulpo by Artesano del Tobacco about four weeks ago. Since then, I’ve often caught myself eyeing them in the humidor, tempted to light one up. But I try to give new cigars — especially those that arrive by mail — at least a month, preferably longer, to settle in before smoking. Exactly four weeks to the day, I gave in to temptation and lit one up on a cool evening.

El Pulpo — Spanish for “the octopus” — is the result of a collaboration between Artesano del Tobacco and AJ Fernandez, released in 2023. It wears a dark, oily Mexican San Andrés Maduro wrapper over a Nicaraguan binder and fillers grown on AJ Fernandez’s farms. The Robusto Grande vitola I chose is a 5 × 56 sharply box-pressed cigar. 

From the first draw, I was enveloped in thick, rolling clouds of smoke — easily one of the smokiest cigars I’ve lit up in some time. Rich flavors of dark chocolate, coffee, and roasted nuts greeted my palate, soon joined by a dark sugar sweetness that struck a beautiful balance between bitter and sweet.

El Pulpo delivers a full-bodied yet remarkably smooth experience, never crossing into harshness. While the burn line wavered slightly at times, it never required correction. Smoke production was both ample and flavorful, providing about 75 minutes of satisfying enjoyment.

To accompany the cigar, I poured a glass of Peerless Small Batch Bourbon. At four years old and bottled at 115.4 proof, it carries some heat but is still a surprisingly approachable pour. Bold notes of caramel, cinnamon, butterscotch, and brown sugar dominate. A few drops of water tame the heat and let the flavors shine — an excellent complement to the richness of the cigar.

By the time I set the nub down, I was already contemplating a box purchase of El Pulpo. The only decision left is whether to stick with the Robustos or spring for the slightly longer 6 × 56 Toro.

Cheers!

Five O'Clock Friday:Taxes

And alcohol tax, and property tax, and sales tax, and gas tax, and restaurant tax, and …

Here's to a fun weekend despite the government's efforts against it.

Cheers!

Twenty-Four Years Later: Remembering and Standing Vigilant

It has been twenty-four years — nearly a quarter of a century — since the followers of a demonic ideology attacked our nation. For some Americans, memories have faded. Others choose to forget or forgive. A whole generation has grown up with no firsthand knowledge of that day and little grasp of its history. Yet the events of September 11, 2001 brought a horror to our shores that the world must never be allowed to forget.

The same ideology that fueled those attacks still spreads violence across Europe and throughout the world. It continues to bring evil to our own shores as well. And yet, many remain complacent, blind, or willfully ignorant. Worse still, some within our own government aid and placate those who threaten us.

Today we remember the nearly 3,000 lives lost, the first responders who ran toward danger, and the families whose grief has never faded. Their sacrifice and suffering deserve not only our remembrance but also our resolve.

We must remember what was done to us on that bright September morning. We must stand firm against it. Be vigilant, for the evil one and his minions have not relented. The threat endures.

NEVER FORGET

St. Michael the Archangel,

defend us in battle.

Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil.

May God rebuke him, we humbly pray,

and do thou,

O Prince of the heavenly hosts,

by the power of God,

cast into hell Satan,

and all the evil spirits,

who prowl about the world

seeking the ruin of souls.

Amen.

Red Meat Lovers Cigar: A Bold Cut Above

Steve Saka says his Dunbarton Tobacco & Trust Red Meat Lovers line was blended specifically to pair with a hearty steak dinner. Cigars designed to match up with particular beverages are nothing new, but one crafted for a food pairing is unusual. (Honestly, I can’t think of another.) I’ll admit I didn’t enjoy mine alongside a sizzling ribeye — but after smoking the Red Meat Lovers, I intend to do so next time.

I chose the “Filet Mignon” vitola, a 5 x 54 box-pressed robusto. It wears a dark and toothy Connecticut Broadleaf Maduro wrapper over a Mexican San Andrés Negro binder, with fillers from Nicaragua and Pennsylvania. The simple red-and-white band completes the presentation.

From the first light, the Red Meat Lovers shows its full-bodied nature. Flavors of dark chocolate, pepper, roasted nuts, cream, vanilla, and brown sugar come on quickly — powerful yet balanced. I wasn’t prepared for such a bold start, but my palate adjusted, and soon I was savoring the cigar’s richness.

I paired it with a pour of Laws Four Grain Bourbon, which leans dry and grain-forward with notes of cinnamon, tea, honey, and pepper. While bold in its own right, the bourbon carried a lighter profile than the cigar, serving as a counterpoint to the Red Meat Lovers’ darker and more robust flavors.

All told, the Red Meat Lovers delivers a rich, savory, and satisfying experience — spicy, sweet, and deeply flavorful. It certainly seems like a natural companion to a steak dinner. Next time, I’ll make sure the grill is fired up first.

Cheers!

International Buy a Priest a Beer Day

Today is the second Monday in September, which means it’s International Buy a Priest a Beer Day. This lighthearted tradition reminds us that priests are real people who enjoy good company and a good beverage. The celebration was originally dreamed up by the folks at The Catholic Gentlemen.

This festive holiday traces its origins back to the pious deed of St. Hopswald of Aleyard, the first man to buy his priest a beer. The legend goes that St. Hopswald, a master brewer by trade, was a Teutonic pagan who was converted and baptized by a zealous Catholic priest.

One day, St. Hopswald committed a grievous sin. Without wasting a moment, he ran quickly to his priest and confessed. Later that day, as he was particularly enjoying the peace of a clean conscience, St. Hopswald was so filled with gratitude for his priest’s sacramental ministry that he rushed to the rectory and offered to buy his priest a beer.

Okay, if you haven’t figured it out by now, St. Hopswald wasn’t real, but your priest is, and without priestly ministry, getting to heaven would be well nigh impossible!

Believe it or not, priests are real people, and they enjoy socializing over good food and drink as much as anyone. They also have a thankless and difficult job, a job that we couldn’t get to heaven without. Priests are the lifeblood of the Church, and they deserve some appreciation.

Even if you aren't able to buy a round or two for your favorite priest today, raise a pint today in honor of the men who devote their lives to the Church.

The late Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI celebrates his 88th birthday.

Cheers!

The Cigar Smoking Saint: Pier Giorgio Frassati

We have another cigar-loving saint. On September 7, 2025, Pope Leo XIV canonized Saint Pier Giorgio Frassati.

Pier Giorgio, as his friends called him, was born into an affluent family on April 6, 1901, in Turin, Italy. He was an avid outdoorsman — athletic, adventurous, and always wearing a smile. Tragically, he died of polio on July 4, 1925, at only 24 years old. In his brief life, he became known for his quiet generosity: giving away money, possessions, and even clothing to help the needy. The true depth of his charity was only revealed after his death, when thousands of poor and marginalized people whom he had helped lined the streets of Turin for his funeral.

Pier Giorgio Frassati was beatified by Pope St. John Paul II on May 20, 1990, and his feast day is celebrated on July 4.

Though he is often depicted with climbing gear and a pipe in his mouth, his fondness for cigars is also well documented. FrassatiUSA, a website devoted to his life, preserves a couple of cigar anecdotes.

One comes from a story titled “Pier Giorgio’s Last Christmas,” shared by Gian Pietro Ravera, a teacher and friend:

Christmas 1924 was celebrated according to the Club’s tradition, and in fact about fifteen members gathered that night in a private chapel at 9 Via Ormea where Canon Bues celebrated Mass. I was among those who were invited by Pier Giorgio, who went on and on about how beautiful the Mass would be, as well as the gastronomic delights that would follow. Pier Giorgio and Carlo Pol served the Mass, and I remember how it was difficult to move in the chapel because it was standing room only.

Pier Giorgio had some cigars in his suit coat pocket, and they started to fall out when he was making a genuflection. He blushed deeply as he stuffed them back into his pocket. Then, turning toward my side of the chapel and seeing that I had seen everything that had happened, he made a face as if to excuse himself and he suppressed a smile, returning to his prayers with greater intensity than before.

I continued to watch him, and the longer the Mass went on, and the more intense and spiritually delightful it became, the more I was moved to see that group of university students follow the liturgy of the Mass with such devotion. 

Another story recounts the last gift Pier Giorgio received from his sister on the Feast of Saints Peter and Paul — his name day:

... we know that the last gift he received from his sister was a cigar case that he chose for himself that day while they shopped together.  Later, he joked with a maid, “Two cigars.  Today you have to give me two cigars: one for St. Peter and one for St. Paul; it's a double feast today!”

Saint Pier Giorgio Frassati lived only 24 years, but left an extraordinary mark. Energetic and adventurous, he loved the mountains, his friends, and the simple pleasures of life. Yet his greatest passion was serving the poor and living his Catholic faith with joy.

Saint Pier Giorgio Frassati Ora Pro Nobis!

Range Time Under a Blue Morning Sky

Morning arrived sunny and cool — perfect weather for a trip to the range. I usually head out in the early afternoon to avoid the morning “rush,” but other plans meant trying an earlier time. After my morning coffee, I loaded up the gear and headed out. There was some activity at the park, but I found an open pistol bay.

The sky was a clear, bright blue with just enough breeze to keep things comfortable. I started with 25-yard shooting, working through both the DA and SA trigger pulls on the SIG P226. Out of 45 rounds, about half landed in the -0 circle, most of the rest in -1, with six drifting into -3, and just one miss. Considering the target is little more than a blurry blob to me at that distance, I was pleased with the results — even if the shooting was slow.

Next came 95 rounds from the 15-yard line. I mixed DA and SA trigger pulls with some head shots, firing faster than I had at 25 yards. Even limited to two-shot pairs by range rules, with no movement allowed, it still felt like progress. I wrapped up the session with slow, strong-hand and weak-hand-only shooting at 10 yards.

It was an extremely enjoyable morning — beautiful weather, relaxing time on the range, and satisfying practice. I’m still not sure when I’ll jump back into a local IDPA match, but for now, I’m appreciating every bit of trigger time I can get.

Cheers!

Labor Day with the My Father Blue Robusto

When our son was in high school, he worked as a lifeguard at the local pool. I remember Labor Day weekends well — his last days of work for the summer were usually cold and dreary. Often his shifts were shortened or even canceled, much to his disappointment. To this day, whenever the holiday weekend brings warm, pleasant weather, it still feels like something of a rarity.

This past weekend was one of those rare exceptions — sunny, mild, and perfect for deck time. Monday afternoon found us outside enjoying the day, cocktails in hand. My treat for the occasion was the My Father Blue Robusto.

The My Father Blue is the first Honduran-crafted cigar from Don Pepin García’s My Father brand. This 5 x 54 box-pressed stick wears a dark Connecticut Broadleaf Rosado wrapper with a reddish hue. Inside, Honduran-grown Corojo and Criollo tobaccos from the García family’s Finca La Opulencia farm make up the binder and filler. For years, all My Father cigars were rolled in Estelí, Nicaragua, but in 2024 the Garcías opened a new factory in Honduras — where they had already been cultivating tobacco for several years.

The cigar opens with notes of cocoa and cedar, backed by a gentle sweetness. The flavors are full and engaging right from the start. As the smoke develops, hints of espresso and roasted coffee join in, though the overall profile remains steady from first draw to final puff.

Construction was solid, with an even burn and thick clouds of smoke that held their presence even against the light deck breeze. The pace of the burn did surprise me, however — I reached the first band in about 15 minutes. These cigars have only been resting in my humidor for four weeks, and I suspect more age might slow the combustion a bit. In the end, I was left with a tiny nub in just 45 minutes.

Despite the shorter smoking time, I thoroughly enjoyed the My Father Blue Robusto. I’m torn between lighting up another soon or exercising patience to see how a little more rest might refine the experience.

Cheers!

Perdomo Legacy Maduro & Pikesville Rye: A Bold Pairing

My Friday began with some long-overdue work clearing downed brush and trees in the woods around the house. Back issues over the past 20 months have kept me from keeping up with routine maintenance, so it felt both satisfying and exhausting to finally be out there again — even if only for a couple of hours. By evening, I was more than ready for a well-earned “sip and smoke” on the screened porch.

I had been eyeing the Perdomo Legacy Nicaraguan Maduro resting in my humidor for about four weeks, waiting for the right moment. Having now reached the minimum rest I like to give new arrivals, it was time to light one up. Figuring a full-bodied cigar deserved a bold companion, I poured a glass of Pikesville Rye.

The Perdomo Legacy Nicaraguan Maduro was created by Nicholas Perdomo III as a tribute to his father. It features a 10-year-aged Cuban-seed Nicaraguan Maduro wrapper that spent an additional 14 months aging in bourbon barrels. A shade-grown Nicaraguan binder — a hybrid of Cuban and Cameroon seeds from the family’s Finca Natalie estate — holds fillers from Perdomo farms in Estelí, Condega, and Jalapa Valley.

The wrapper on the 5 x 54 Robusto vitola is oily, smooth, and shines in the evening sunlight. The cigar is flawlessly rolled and dressed in an ornate gold, red, and blue band. Eventually I force myself to stop admiring the cigar and actually light it up.

From the first draw, the blend’s complexity shines. Notes of semi-sweet chocolate, espresso, caramel, and spice greet the palate. As the cigar develops, espresso deepens into black coffee, while a chocolate-covered almond nuance teases in the background. Cedar and pepper linger pleasantly on the finish.

The pairing could not have been better. Pikesville Rye, one of my favorite bold ryes, offers dark cocoa, baking spice, and molasses — a perfect match that stands confidently alongside the Maduro’s intensity.

The Perdomo Legacy Nicaraguan Maduro is a full-flavored, complex, and thoroughly rewarding smoke. Even halfway through, I was already considering grabbing some larger vitolas to stretch out the experience. At the end of the surprisingly long 80 minute burn, I lamented its finish.

The combination of rich cigar, bold whiskey, and a clear evening made for a truly satisfying close to the day — even if I was contemplating the remaining brush cleanup that still needed to be dealt with in the future.

Cheers!

Five O'Clock Friday: NA "Beer"

I didn't have to hunt for a humorous meme for this week's Friday laugh, I simply went out for lunch.

When ordering lunch at a local deli, we inquired about beer and were directed to a display cooler. Spotting a can labeled Sunshine State Tropical IPA, I thought, That sounds tasty — a perfect match for my New York frank.

Only after sitting down did I realize my “beer” was non-alcoholic, and brewed in Naperville, Illinois — hardly what I think of when hearing “Sunshine State.” Optimistically, I figured it was a chance to try something new. An IPA with mango and peach could have promise. Unfortunately, this one tasted more like watered-down grapefruit juice than anything like an IPA.

This joke’s on me. I didn't know about Go Brewing, for obvious reasons. As they say, fool me once...

Cheers!

A Flavor Feast: Rojas Street Tacos Al Pastor Gordo Review

I hadn’t visited Hogshead Cigar in nearly two months and was looking forward to enjoying the lounge again. No matter how pleasant the weather, nothing compares to savoring a cigar indoors from the comfort of a big leather chair.

Browsing the humidor, I quickly settled on the Rojas Street Tacos Al Pastor Gordo, figuring it would provide a long, relaxing smoking session.

This is an impressive-looking cigar. The glossy Ecuadorian Habano wrapper covers the hefty 6 x 60 stick, while a Mexican San Andrés binder and a blend of Dominican and Nicaraguan tobaccos complete the makeup.

Upon lighting, the cigar immediately delivered bold notes of dark chocolate, black coffee, and black pepper. The opening strength soon eased into a balanced profile of creamy sweet spice and mocha. About an inch in, I began to detect a charred meat note — more like delicious burnt ends than stray bits of meat fallen into the charcoal.

The Al Pastor puts out generous amounts of smoke, which continues to waft from the foot even at rest. Each puff surrounded me with thick, aromatic clouds. The burn remained even and steady throughout the smoke, which stretched well past two hours.

This was the second cigar I’ve tried from the Street Tacos line, the first being the Cinco de Mayo 2025. While I enjoyed that one, the Al Pastor Gordo impressed me even more — I smoked it all the way down to the nub. The flavors were a masterful interplay of savory, sweet, and spice.

Cheers!

An Afternoon Well Spent at the Range

It’s a joy to finally be back at the range with some regularity — even if “regular” right now means three weeks in a row. There was a time when I practiced nearly every week and shot one to three matches a month. I don’t expect, or even want, to return to that pace, but a match every month or so, if only for the social side of it, would be a welcome addition.

For this session, I brought along some paper IDPA practice targets. They aren’t my favorite since the dark scoring lines are more obvious than the subtle perforations on the official version, but they get the job done.

I set up at the 15-yard line and focused on two-shot strings: DA/SA and SA/SA sequences, mostly from the holster, with the occasional start from high ready. Everything was fired at a controlled pace from a stationary position, since range rules prohibit shooting on the move.

To mix things up, I worked in some SHO (strong hand only) and WHO (weak hand only) shooting, which actually went better than expected. A few strings at 25 yards added a bit of extra challenge, and it seems my regular dry-fire sessions are beginning to show results.

For a touch of fun, I took aim at a 4” rubber ball target someone had left hanging from a rope. Landing a few solid hits on that moving target was a satisfying change of pace.

I’d loaded 100 rounds into magazines, planning on a short outing. But when I “discovered” an extra box of 50 tucked in my bag, well — it only made sense to run through those too. 😀

Cheers!

Porchside Pairing: H. Upmann 1844 Añejo with Old Elk Cigar Cut

Another evening of beautiful weather meant another sit on the porch. With no other plans, I dug into the humidor for something on the larger side and landed on the H. Upmann 1844 Añejo Toro. At 6 x 54, it promised a solid couple of hours of enjoyment.

The cigar wears a smooth, oily Ecuadorian Habano wrapper that shimmered in the fading sunlight. Construction was excellent — an even, seamless roll. Beneath the wrapper, a Pennsylvania Broadleaf binder holds filler tobaccos from the Dominican Republic, Honduras, and Nicaragua. This blend, aged for at least five years (as suggested by the name Añejo — Spanish for “old” or “vintage”), promises depth and complexity. Mine had been resting in the humidor about nine weeks, part of the June COTM shipment from Cigar and Pipes.

The smoke opens with rich notes of cocoa, coffee, and mild pepper spice, soon joined by hints of caramel sweetness and a sturdy woodiness. Cedar and pepper weave in and out throughout the long burn, but the profile stays balanced — complex yet approachable, with a satisfying full body. Construction was spot-on, delivering a steady burn and clouds of creamy smoke.

I was so caught up in the cigar that I nearly neglected the pour at my side: Old Elk Cigar Cut bourbon. Typically a celebratory pour for me, it felt right for this leisurely evening.

This bottling was the first “cigar blend” release from Old Elk Distillery in Fort Collins, Colorado. Built on six-year-old bourbons further finished in Sherry, Armagnac, Port, and Cognac casks, it’s bottled at 110.6 proof. On the nose, caramel, vanilla, toasted oak, and spiced fruit draw you in. The palate reveals layers of dark chocolate, toffee, and baking spice, with faint notes of tobacco and leather lingering in the long, warming finish.

Like the cigar, the bourbon is layered and complex. I’ve always found port- and sherry-finished bourbons to pair beautifully with cigars, and the additional cask influences here add even more depth. It remains one of my favorite pours to enjoy with a full-bodied smoke — though it has become increasingly elusive on shelves. Old Elk has also released a Cigar Cut Island Blend, but that one still eludes me.

What more could I ask for? A bold, flavorful cigar, an exceptional pour, the setting sun, and blues floating from the outdoor speaker. A perfect evening.

Cheers!

Five O'Clock Friday: Snacking

I'm told that weekend calories don't count anyway.

Enjoy the weekend.

Cheers!

Dry Fire, Live Fire, and Small Steps Forward

After last week’s long-awaited visit to the range, I was eager for a return trip. With intermittent rain predicted throughout this week, I resolved to head out at the first clear opportunity. The skies were gray after lunch on Monday, but both of the weather apps on my phone promised no rain until evening — good enough for me.

This time I decided to shoot from 10 yards only. I’m still working on re-learning the DA/SA trigger, and shooting from multiple distances also means more bending over to collect brass afterward. One step at a time.

I began with slow, deliberate DA shots and was satisfied with the results. My goal was to stay within the upper body of the silhouette, in line with the standard IDPA target layout — though I really do need to order more of those cardboard targets. SA follow-ups landed well too. (The range rule caps strings at two shots; anything more brings a stern letter from the range master.) Adding draws from the holster for two-shot pairs added some speed, though I caught myself flinching on about one in five DA shots. Not acceptable — but I've doing more dry fire to hopefully steady that long trigger pull.

Even with poor distance vision making the target details a blur, careful sight alignment still produced solid hits in both DA and SA when aiming for more precise hits.

I wrapped up after my planned 100 rounds, satisfied with the session. Thankfully, I had brought along a brass-catching mat, which made cleanup much easier. As I was gathering my gear, the rain finally arrived. I snatched up the mat, hustled the brass under cover, and bagged it just as the shower hit — perfect timing.

I glanced over the local IDPA match schedule online, but decided I need more trigger time first, both live and dry fire. Still, I’m pleased with my shooting “recovery” so far.

Cheers!

Pius X and the Papal Humidor: A Feast Day Reflection

Today, August 21, is the Feast Day of Pope Saint Pius X.

Born Giuseppe Melchiorre Sarto on June 2, 1835, in Riese, Venetia, then part of the Austrian Empire (in present-day Italy), he served as Pope from 1903 until his death in 1914. Pius X is remembered — and indeed honored — for his deeply conservative theological positions, firm leadership, and pastoral care for the faithful.

As pope, he enacted reforms that left a lasting mark on the Church. He promoted the use of Gregorian chant in worship and became known as the “Pope of the Eucharist” for his fervent encouragement of frequent Communion, which he described as “the shortest and safest way to get to heaven.” Notably, he lowered the age for First Communion from twelve to seven, a decision still in place today.

Pius also took a hard stance against theological Modernism, which he considered “the synthesis of all heresies.” He resisted the movement of Christian Democracy when it veered into overt political activism, seeking instead to keep Catholic social work grounded in religious rather than partisan aims.

While the Church venerates him for his sanctity and his spiritual reforms, I like to think of Pope Saint Pius X as something else as well — the Patron Saint of Cigar Smokers.

A few years ago, I began wondering if any saint officially filled that role. My search turned up a few saints with ties to tobacco. One, Saint Titus Brandsma, is recognized as the Patron Saint of Tobacconists. Still, there appears to be no widely acknowledged patron saint devoted specifically to cigar smokers.

Then I stumbled across a story about Pope Saint Pius X, recounted in a letter published by Cigar Aficionado. The reader recalled:

Reading of his [Pius X] defense of cigars as not being a vice, I was reminded of a story that a cigar smoking priest of the Diocese of Tulsa, who is now in training for the Vatican diplomatic corps, told me. When he was a seminarian in Rome, he learned that Pius X, who was the pope from 1903 to 1914, called a bishop onto the carpet to reprimand him for his scandalous misbehavior with wine, women and song, and to correct his wrongs patiently.

The pope offered the errant bishop a cigar from the papal humidor on his desk. The bishop declined the offer with the protestation, “I do not have that vice, Your Holiness,” to which His Holiness replied, “If cigars were a vice, I would not offer you one, for you have quite enough vices already.”

There’s no way to know if the exchange truly happened or if it’s simply an ecclesiastical tall tale. Still, we do know that Pius X kept a humidor in his papal office. It’s also said that he broke the tradition of the pope dining alone, instead inviting friends to join him for meals. One can easily imagine that more than one of those dinners ended with the warm haze of cigar smoke drifting through the Vatican rooms.

His fondness for cigars certainly didn’t prevent his canonization in 1954 — proof, perhaps, that the Church doesn’t consider a fine cigar, enjoyed in moderation, to be a spiritual stumbling block. I like to think that the moments of calm and reflection provided by those cigars helped Pope Saint Pius X bear the heavy burdens of the papacy. And for that reason, in my book, he remains the unofficial Patron Saint of Cigar Smokers.

Cheers!

Elegance & Power: H. Upmann 180th Anniversary Meets Knob Creek Bourbon x Rye

I first smoked the H. Upmann 180th Anniversary Churchill back in May. The cigar impressed me then, and I suspected it would only improve with some rest in the humidor. After nine months of humidor rest, it was time to find out.

Released in July 2024, this limited edition celebrates 180 years of the H. Upmann legacy, a brand founded in 1844 by German banker Herman Upmann in Havana, Cuba. The Churchill is an elegant 7 x 50 cigar dressed in a chocolate-hued Nicaraguan medio tiempo wrapper — a rare leaf that appears on only about two percent of plants. Typically used sparingly in filler blends, medio tiempo is prized for its concentrated strength and flavor, making it a unique choice for a wrapper. The binder and fillers are also Nicaraguan, lending further depth and character.

From the first draw, the cigar opened with rich notes of chocolate and dark raisins, soon joined by a complex medley of black coffee, pepper, and cinnamon, underpinned by a creamy fruit sweetness. Full-bodied, flavorful, and refined, it proved worthy of the 180-year milestone it commemorates.

For the pairing, I reached for Knob Creek Bourbon x Rye Whiskey, bottled at 113 proof. Knowing this would be a long smoke, I wanted a spirit that could keep pace. Introduced in July 2024, this “Bourye” blend combines 30% 9-year-old Kentucky straight bourbon with 70% 7-year-old Kentucky straight rye. On the nose, rye spice and caramel sweetness greet you, while the palate leans rye-forward — bold pepper and cinnamon backed by brown sugar and dark fruit. I’ve enjoyed it neat before and find it a hearty pour on its own.

As the cigar progressed, I noticed the whiskey’s palate-coating spice was starting to overshadow some of the cigar’s subtle sweetness. A few drops of water changed the equation. After resting a moment, the whiskey softened, allowing more fruit and brown sugar to emerge — and that’s when the pairing truly clicked.

The H. Upmann 180th Anniversary Churchill delivered nearly two hours of steady, satisfying smoke with a flawless burn that needed no touch-ups. The extra time also left room for a second pour of the Knob Creek Bourbon x Rye, making for a thoroughly enjoyable evening.

Cheers!

Diagnosing “Gun Derangement Syndrome”

I recently received a tongue-in-cheek message from the Virginia Citizens Defense League. While humorous, it also carries more than a little truth, so I thought it worth sharing in full.

Do you know someone suffering from Gun Derangement Syndrome?

Gun Derangement Syndrome, or GDS, is a severe mental disorder characterized by irrational beliefs and behaviors despite objective evidence. There is no age, sex, race, or other demographic characteristics that predispose someone to this disorder. This insidious disorder can affect anyone. However, individual susceptibility can occur with other irrational beliefs such as: criminals are the victims, the police cause crime, the First Amendment includes government censorship, or disarming someone makes them safer.

To receive a diagnosis of GDS one must meet 3 of the following diagnostic criteria for at least 21 days. 

1. A belief that merely owning a gun can turn any good, honest person into a deranged killer.
   
   
2. A belief that a gun can plan a crime and carry it out by walking to a victim’s location, aiming itself, and pulling its own trigger.
   
   
3. An obsession with firearms such that they use a gun-centric vocabulary. For example, if they use “gun violence,” but not machete violence, beating violence, or strangling violence. Or they use “gunman,” but not macheteman, beatingman, or stranglingman.
   
   
4. A belief that the gun, and not the criminal holding the gun, is responsible for shooting someone, while also believing that a police officer, and not his gun, is responsible for shooting someone.
   
   
5. A belief that all gun owners are “gun nuts.” 
   
   
6. A belief that guns are so easily obtained that guns are found lying in the street. Or they believe that guns are easier to obtain than a book. Or they believe that guns are only designed to kill humans as fast as possible.
   
   
7. Having anger-management issues and falsely projecting that character flaw onto peaceful gun-owners.
   
   
8. Knowing absolutely nothing about guns, including how they work, but claim to be an expert on “gun safety.” They usually believe that guns “just go off” on their own. They often call for a ban on “assault weapons” or “barrel shrouds”, but they can’t give you a definition of either one. They use gun word-salads, like banning “high-velocity magazine clips,” to attempt to hide their ignorance.
   
   
9. Stating that an openly carried gun makes them afraid but then say that a gun carried concealed makes them afraid.
   
   
10. Holding innocent gun owners to blame for the misuse of guns by criminals, while not holding themself to blame for owning a car, which drunk drivers use to create horrible carnage on our roads.
    
    
11. Stating a magazine limitation of “X” rounds is safe, but they are unable to explain how having “X+1” rounds would be dangerous.
    
    
12. Complaining about the loud noise coming from a neighbor’s shooting range but stating that suppressors should be outlawed because they make guns quieter.
    
    

Additional Note: This diagnosis may coincide with other personality disorders and maladaptive personality traits. Individuals meeting the diagnosis of Gun Derangement Syndrome may be strongly influenced by other irrational sub-cultural beliefs. Resistance may be very strong during treatment.

The good news is that GDS is not necessarily a lifetime disorder!  A person with GDS can cure themself by getting to know a few gun owners, getting educated on guns and gun safety, and making a trip to the range!  Alternatively, you can reach out to someone with GDS to help free them from GDS’s grip.

GDS is also commonly referred to as “Hoplophobia.”

For more information on the VCDL, and the good work they do for Virginia gun owners, visit the organization's web site at vcdl.org.

Cheers!

Spice, Sweetness, and Smoke: Mizunara Meets Maestranza

Purely by happenstance, this alliterative pairing came together. “Mizunara and Maestranza” was simply the result of scanning my humidor and whiskey shelf and grabbing what caught my fancy. But it turned out to be more than a pleasing caption — the combination of Barrell Bourbon Cask Finish Series: Mizunara and the RoMa Craft Maestranza Caballeria Valencia cigar proved equally pleasing to the palate.

The Maestranza line from RoMa Craft debuted in fall 2024. I’ve smoked a few of the sizes and found them consistently flavorful and enjoyable. The 6 x 53 Caballeria Valencia I lit up on a recent afternoon had been resting in my humidor for about six weeks, and it did not disappoint.

The cigar wears a dark, reddish Mexican San Andrés maduro wrapper over a Brazilian binder and a filler blend from the Dominican Republic, Honduras, and Nicaragua. Neatly box-pressed with a mild oily sheen, the cigar is somewhat heavy in the hand.

From the first draw, the profile settles comfortably into the medium-to-full range. A core of dark chocolate, spice, citrus, and black pepper drives the flavor, with subtle transitions adding depth. Notes of cocoa, wood, and nuts drift in and out, rounded by a hint of creamy sweetness that keeps the smoke engaging from start to finish. 

On the pour side, I reached for Barrell Bourbon Mizunara Cask Finish. I’ve revisited this bottle often since picking it up in summer 2024, though I’ll admit my first impressions were mixed. The grassy, woody influence of the Japanese Mizunara oak struck me as unexpected. Yet, as the half-empty bottle now attests, it grew on me quickly.

Bottled at a cask strength of 116.42 proof, the bourbon makes a bold introduction. The nose opens with sweet butterscotch and fruit, leading into a palate rich with vanilla and butterscotch, accented by dark cherries, dry nuts, and honey. It’s almost reminiscent of a boozy Christmas cookie, with cinnamon and ginger trailing pleasantly into the long, warming finish.

Together, the cigar and whiskey played beautifully — the Maestranza’s chocolate and spice dovetailing with the Mizunara bourbon’s sweet and woody complexity. Add in a cool, low-humidity evening on the deck, a good conversation with my wife, and it was about as fine a way to close the day as one could hope for.

Cheers!

Five O'Clock Friday: Healthy Drinking

It's the weekend, take care of yourself.

And lest you forget, wine is a fruit.

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The Eternal Battle: Otranto and the War on Christianity

Today, August 14, we commemorate the Feast Day of the Martyrs of Otranto. These faithful Christians were victims of a brutal conquest during the Ottoman invasion of the Italian city of Otranto in 1480. After a two-week siege, the city fell on August 11 to the muslim oppressors. What followed was a horrifying massacre: all men over the age of 50 were executed, and women and children under 15 were taken into slavery.

The leader of the invading force, Pasha Ahmed, summoned over 800 surviving Christian men and demanded that they convert to Islam or face death. These men, firm in their faith, refused to renounce Christ.

One among them stepped forward and delivered words that echo through the centuries:

My brothers, until today we have fought in defense of our country, to save our lives, and for our lords; now it is time that we fight to save our souls for our Lord, so that having died on the cross for us, it is good that we should die for him, standing firm and constant in the faith, and with this earthly death we shall win eternal life and the glory of martyrs.

Angered by their defiance, Pasha Ahmed ordered their execution. On August 14, 1480, the 800 were taken to a nearby hill and beheaded while their families and fellow townspeople were forced to watch. Tradition holds that the body of the first to die, Antonio Primaldo, miraculously remained standing until all the others had been martyred.

With Otranto devastated and its population decimated, the Ottoman forces turned their sights toward Rome. The barbaric muslim conquest of Italy would ultimately fail following the death of Sultan Mehmet II which left the invading forces in disarray. 

A year later, in October 1481, the remains of the martyrs were found to be incorrupt and were transferred to the Otranto Cathedral. Pope Clement XIV beatified them on December 14, 1771. Centuries later, on May 12, 2013, Pope Francis canonized them as saints, honoring their steadfast faith and ultimate sacrifice.

Martyrs of Otranto, Ora pro nobis!

Relics of the Otranto Martyrs

The war against Christianity is not confined to history. Though the weapons may change, the threats remain — from violent extremism abroad to ideological hostility at home. As we remember the courage and faith of the Martyrs of Otranto, let us pray for the strength to stand firm in our own trials, no matter their form.

From Back Surgery to Back on the Range

It had been far too long since I’d made it to the range. After 18 months of battling back issues and recovering from surgery, I’d occasionally wondered if it was time to drop “shooting sports” from this blog’s tagline. But I held on to hope — and this week, that hope paid off with a long-awaited trip to the range.

In addition to the simple joy of shooting again, I’d been itching to revisit my old SIG Sauer P226. That pistol had served me well in many USPSA and IDPA matches before I moved on to the striker-fired P320. A couple of weeks ago, I started dry-firing the P226 and decided it needed an upgrade. I swapped the stock sights for the same Dawson Precision setup I use on my P320s, installing them just last week in anticipation of this trip.

I’ll admit I was a bit apprehensive setting up at the range. Physical therapy has rebuilt muscles that were long neglected, but they haven’t been stress-tested much. I hadn’t fired a shot in 18 months, and aside from 30 rounds in 2023, the P226 hadn’t left the safe since mid-2017. Would I still remember the nuances of a double-action/single-action trigger?

I kept all my shooting at the 7-yard line — partly for focus, partly because I wanted my brass landing in one general area to avoid excessive bending when picking it up later. The first shot felt good. It took a bit to reacquaint myself with the long, smooth double-action pull and the short single-action follow-ups. There were a few fliers, but overall, the groups looked solid. The new sights seemed well-installed, and while the trigger feel was different, the sight picture was comfortingly familiar.

The first 15 rounds grouped nicely, most of them fired in pairs after drawing from the holster. I’d planned to stick with draw-and-shoot drills, but couldn’t resist trying some strong-hand-only shots as I finished up the last magazine. From 7 yards, I hit the head area every time — a pleasant surprise after so long away.

After 100 rounds, I called it a day. The brass pickup went smoothly enough, despite some stiffness in my back. I might have been nervous on the way there, but I drove home with a grin on my face.

I’m not sure yet when I’ll be ready for a match, but it feels like the long shooting drought may finally be breaking.

Cheers!

An Evening with Powstanie’s Catastrophic Failure and Bénédictine D.O.M.

With dinner finished and the after-dinner walk complete, it was time to settle onto the screened porch for a smoke. I had picked up a few Powstanie Catastrophic Failure cigars seven weeks ago during a shopping spree at my local cigar lounge. This evening, they were calling my name. I poured myself a small glass of Bénédictine D.O.M. Liqueur to accompany the cigar.

Released by Powstanie in late 2024, the Catastrophic Failure had somehow slipped past me, despite how fond I am of their smokes. This was my first time lighting one up. The 5 1/2 x 52 box-pressed cigar features an Ecuadorian Sumatra wrapper, double binders from Mexico and Pennsylvania, and fillers from the Dominican Republic and Nicaragua.

The oily Sumatra wrapper is lightly mottled, nearly seamless, and smoothly rolled. It’s firm to the touch, but draws effortlessly. Upon lighting, it produces large clouds of dense, flavorful smoke. The burn remained even throughout the entire experience.

Opening notes of cedar, coffee, caramel, and baking spices set the tone. As the cigar progressed, I noticed a gentle increase in pepper and the emergence of an earthy, sweet base. Further along, a toasted bread and butter quality developed, all while the coffee and spice flavors continued to provide structure and depth — breakfast in a leaf, perhaps?

I was enjoying the cigar so much, I nearly forgot about the B&B sitting beside me. Bénédictine D.O.M. Liqueur is a pre-mixed blend of about 60% Bénédictine herbal liqueur and 40% French brandy, aged in small oak barrels to marry the flavors. I often enjoy it as a digestif after a good meal, particularly at a nice restaurant.

B&B is smooth, fruity, and herbal, with a pleasant honey sweetness. It’s light yet flavorful, leaving a lingering blend of mild bitterness and sweet fruit on the tongue.

The lingering honey and herbal notes of the Bénédictine D.O.M. paired beautifully with the pepper, earth, and roasted flavors of the cigar. While I was already enjoying the Catastrophic Failure on its own, the liqueur elevated the experience, adding another layer of complexity and enjoyment.

Cheers!

Five O'Clock Friday: Cigar Smoking

There's a lot of truth in this.

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E.P. Carrillo’s New Connecticut: Creamy, Clean, But Not for Me

The E.P. Carrillo Essence Connecticut is a newly released cigar, included in the July Cigar of the Month package from Cigar and Pipes. Mild cigars typically aren’t my first choice, but given E.P. Carrillo’s reputation for crafting flavorful, well-balanced blends, I was intrigued enough to give this one a try. I lit it up one afternoon alongside a sweet, milky iced coffee.

This 5 x 50 Robusto features a smooth, flawless Ecuadorian-grown Connecticut-seed wrapper. Underneath is a Honduran-grown Criollo ’98 leaf, Honduran filler, and a Dominican binder — a blend that hints at nuance despite the cigar’s mild profile.

From the first draw, the Essence Connecticut offered sweet notes of hay and cream, with subtle hints of toasted almond and cedar. Light in body, yet flavorful enough at first to hold its own against the creamy coffee, especially with a faint background of pepper adding a bit of structure.

That said, mild-bodied cigars aren’t usually my thing. I can appreciate hay and buttery notes when they support a more complex core, but when they dominate, I find them less compelling. As the cigar entered the second half, the pepper and cedar faded almost entirely, leaving behind mostly hay and cream. By the final third, the mild profile was not holding my interest — and eventually, I set it down early.

I know many smokers who genuinely enjoy cigars like the E.P. Carrillo Essence Connecticut. And for what it’s meant to be — a mild, smooth, easygoing smoke — it absolutely hits the mark. For that, it's well-blended, and the burn and construction were flawless throughout.

But for my personal taste, I prefer a cigar with a bit more “oomph.”

Cheers!

Refined but Not Tame: Smoking the BLTC Royalty Robusto

It’s no secret that I’m a frequent fan of Black Label Trading Company cigars. This boutique brand is produced at Oveja Negra (Spanish for “Black Sheep”), a factory located in Estelí, Nicaragua, and founded by James and Angela Brown. In addition to Black Label, the factory also produces the co-brand Black Works Studio and makes cigars for a few other boutique lines—including Hermanos de Armas, which I recently wrote about.

Interestingly, James Brown worked as a sommelier before turning to cigar making, and I suspect that background plays a role in the unique and flavor-driven profiles found in many of his blends.

This particular cigar — the Black Label Royalty Robusto — had been resting in my humidor for about eight weeks. I also smoked one at the lounge when I picked it up, and it was ready to go right off the shelf.

The 5 x 54 stick features an Ecuadorian Corojo wrapper over a Honduran binder and Nicaraguan fillers. The wrapper leaf is oily, well-applied, and visually appealing. After clipping the cap, the draw was nicely open with just the right amount of resistance. Once lit, the cigar produced a generous amount of smoke immediately.

The medium-bodied Royalty delivers a well-balanced mix of cedar, leather, cocoa, coffee, and sweet nut notes. As it progresses, touches of mild pepper and additional cedar come through. There’s also a subtle oak dryness to the smoke that adds a bit of structure to the flavor profile. Compared to some of Black Label’s bolder offerings — like Last Rites or Bishops Blend — the Royalty leans more nuanced and approachable, but still offers plenty of depth.

I paired it with a Rye Old Fashioned, which complemented the cigar nicely. The cocktail’s spice and sweetness mirrored similar notes in the smoke, making for a harmonious combination.

Black Label also offers an event-only version of the Royalty, sometimes referred to as the “Black Label” edition. I’ve picked up a few at past events. The tobaccos used in that version are aged longer and tend to deliver a spicier profile than the standard “White Label” release. It’s definitely worth seeking out. Black Label reps are quite active, especially on the East Coast, and James and Angela Brown frequently make appearances. Their events are worth attending — if only to get access to the various event-only cigars they produce.

Cheers!

Smoke and Spice: Noble Act Two with Rabble Rouser Rye

This past weekend brought a welcome taste of fall. After weeks of oppressive heat and seemingly endless rain, we were treated to dry, sunny days with temperatures hovering in the mid-70s — perfect weather for an evening on the deck.

For the occasion, I reached for a cigar I’ve mentioned before: the Noble Cigars Act Two. Noble Cigars, founded in 2022, currently offers three lines — Act One, Act Two, and Intermission — each in a 6 x 52 Toro format. Of the three, I’ve only smoked the Act Two, and it continues to impress.

The Act Two features an exquisitely smooth, dark brown Mexican San Andrés wrapper, with Dominican binder and filler. Noble classifies the blend as a full-bodied “Doble Ligero,” and this particular cigar had been aging in my humidor for fourteen months.

Construction and performance were flawless — as has been my experience with every Act Two I’ve smoked. The cigar burned slow and even for nearly two hours, producing a solid white ash , speckled with white mineral dots — a sign of well-cured, high-quality tobacco.

For the evening’s “sip and smoke,” I paired the cigar with Catoctin Creek Rabble Rouser Rye. This Virginia-based distillery, founded in 2009 in Purcellville, honors its founders’ Scottish heritage by using the “whisky” spelling.

Rabble Rouser Rye is distilled from 100% rye, aged for six years, and bottled in bond at 100 proof. It pours a rich red-amber and offers bold aromas of fruit, honey, and rye spice. The palate delivers candied fruit, caramel, tobacco, and a touch of pepper, finishing long and warm with lingering spice. It’s one of my favorite ryes to sip neat — and also shines in a Rye Old Fashioned.

Though it’s traditionally released each February, I try to secure a bottle every year before it sells out. While it’s a lottery-only item in Virginia ABC stores, it’s been easier to find lately through the Catoctin Creek website.

The pairing of the Rabble Rouser Rye and Noble Act Two delivered a remarkable experience. The cigar’s sweetness and spice played beautifully with the rye’s rich, fruity complexity. While I typically prefer to experiment with new combinations, this pairing is one I’d happily revisit.

Cheers!

Smoking the CAO Brazilia Lambada & Sipping Henry McKenna 10 Year

I’ve smoked the CAO Brazilia in various vitolas over the years. It’s a popular, flavorful, and budget-friendly smoke. This particular example, the Lambada — a 6 x 50 Toro — has been resting in my humidor since January.

The Brazilia Lambada wears a very dark, shiny Brazilian Arapiraca Maduro wrapper. It’s smooth and oily, wrapping a Nicaraguan binder and Honduran fillers. The construction was solid and even, and the look of the cigar brought to mind a rich chocolate bar — though maybe I was just hungry.

The Brazilia is medium to full-bodied and puts out rich flavors of cocoa and espresso, with nutty and spicy notes adding complexity. The burn was mostly even through the first two-thirds, but the final stretch saw one side stall out. Despite multiple touch-ups, it wouldn’t correct fully. Still, the cigar delivered a satisfying experience with bold, flavorful smoke.

To pair with the Brazilia, I poured a glass of Henry McKenna 10 Year Single Barrel Bottled-in-Bond. At 100 proof, this bourbon opens with aromas of caramel, vanilla, and a touch of fruit. The palate brings more caramel and vanilla sweetness, layered with oak and cinnamon spice.

As with most single barrels, McKenna’s profile can vary bottle to bottle — possibly more than other brands. This particular bottle leans heavy on oak and tannins, with mild rye spice. While I’ve enjoyed this bottle many times — it’s nearly empty — the dry oak notes didn’t mesh perfectly with the Brazilia’s flavor profile. I found myself thinking a spicier rye might have made a better match, though not quite enough to get up and pour one.

Despite the slight mismatch, the CAO Brazilia Lambada and Henry McKenna Bottled-in-Bond still made for an enjoyable evening on the screened porch, especially on an unseasonably cool summer evening.

Cheers!

Five O'Clock Friday: There's a Time & Place for Everything

Except decaffeinated coffee.

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Fuente 8-5-8 Maduro Cigar Review: Flavor, Value, and Performance

The Arturo Fuente Maduro 8-5-8 was part of the June Cigar of the Month package from Cigar and Pipes. After resting for six weeks in the humidor, it was finally time to light it up.

This 6” x 47 Corona Gorda sports a dark, toothy Connecticut Broadleaf Maduro wrapper over Dominican binder and filler. The wrapper is richly hued with prominent veins, mottling, and visible leaf seams. The cigar had a somewhat rustic look — with a slight curve and asymmetry near the cap — creating a bit of old-school charm.

 

Upon lighting, the 8-5-8 Maduro opened with bold notes of cocoa and dark coffee. As it warmed, a subtle spice emerged, and the dark coffee transitioned into a more intense espresso profile. In the final third, a pleasantly bitter cocoa took center stage. The thick, dry-edged smoke was plentiful and satisfying throughout the session.

Body-wise, it lands comfortably in the medium-full range. I paired my cigar with plain water after dinner, but couldn’t help imagining how beautifully it would complement a strong, black coffee. Unfortunately, the near-100° heat kept me from brewing a cup — maybe next time.

Despite its rustic appearance, performance was stellar. The burn line was straight, producing thick clouds of flavorful smoke. The ash held firm with no flaking, even under the steady breeze of a fan.

At a price point under $8.00, the Arturo Fuente Maduro 8-5-8 offers a flavorful, well-constructed smoking experience. It may not win points for appearance, but it delivers where it counts — in flavor and consistency. For those who enjoy a classic maduro profile, it’s a cigar worth trying.

Cheers!

A Criminally Good Pairing: BLTC Morphine & Larceny Barrel Proof

After a brief reprieve from the summer heat, July’s familiar weather returned — with it came the late afternoon thunderstorms and an early, storm cloud-induced dusk. Lately, some evenings have felt darker than the doldrums of winter. When the porch thermometer dipped into the double digits this weekend, I knew it was time for a smoke. Thankfully, the storm clouds hadn’t yet rolled in.

Looking for a quick, satisfying option, I grabbed a Black Label Trading Company Morphine. Scanning the whiskey shelf, a bottle of Larceny Barrel Proof caught my eye. Morphine and Larceny — it sounds like the title of a crime drama or the name of a punk band. Either way, it seemed like the right combination.

Black Label Trading Company’s Morphine is a mostly annual, limited release from the boutique cigar brand. The 2024 edition marks the 10th anniversary of the line, with four different vitolas offered. I picked up a few in the 5×50 Perfecto size last November.

This year’s blend features a Mexican San Andrés wrapper subtly accented by an Ecuadorian Maduro leaf, creating a nearly invisible barber pole. The Nicaraguan binder and filler are not otherwise specified. The cigar is beautifully rolled with a narrow foot and a needle-like cap.

After a couple of clips to the cap, I had an easy draw despite the tight foot, which lit quickly with a touch of the torch. The burn line expanded evenly as the cigar widened and required no touch-ups. The first puffs brought pepper, cocoa, dark cherry, and raisin. As it progressed, the profile evolved into deeper notes of espresso, dark chocolate, dried fruit, and a hint of molasses sweetness. Morphine delivers bold, full-bodied flavor, yet remains balanced and smooth throughout. Smoking time was about 40 minutes.

On the bourbon side, Larceny Barrel Proof B523 (May 2023 release) comes from Heaven Hill. It uses their wheated mash bill: 68% corn, 20% wheat, 12% malted barley, and is bottled uncut at 124.4 proof.

The nose opens with strong notes of cinnamon and fruit. The palate delivers a rich wave of cinnamon spice, caramel, vanilla, and dark fruit, all underpinned by that soft wheat sweetness. The long finish brings lingering cinnamon, oak, and vanilla. It’s a powerful pour, but very approachable.

I started neat, as usual, but added a few drops of water to ease the spice and allow more of the cigar’s richness to shine. The transformation was immediate: the bourbon’s sweet, dark fruit and candy-like notes became more prominent, without losing its character. Cinnamon still lingered on the finish but now played backup to the enhanced sweetness.

This robust pairing of Black Label Morphine and Larceny Barrel Proof B523 made for a fitting end to the day. Thunder rumbling in the distance added the final note to a dark and delicious screen porch experience.

Cheers!