The Luxury of Too Many Options

Decisions, decisions. A true cigar “first-world problem” is choosing what to smoke when the moment presents itself. My humidor is modest by some standards, yet it holds more than 240 different blends and vitolas — plenty to keep me deliberating.

There are old favorites I return to time and again, alongside new releases and recent acquisitions I’m eager to try. At times, I find myself simply standing there, pondering — like staring into the fridge, trying to decide what will satisfy the moment.

Recently, I’ve been making more box purchases rather than singles or five-packs. That means more opportunity to focus on favorites, I’ve also paused, at least for now, any “cigar of the month” memberships. Smoking a single example rarely offers a full understanding of a cigar. Even so, I’m not convinced a reduced variety will make the decision any easier.

And once the cigar is chosen, my attention turns to the whiskey shelf. Again — decisions, decisions. My selection isn’t quite as extensive, but it still numbers around 100 bottles, mostly bourbon, with a few other spirits mixed in. Beer, coffee, and even water make occasional appearances as well.

Most often, I choose the cigar first and then select a complementary pairing. Other times, the craving starts with a particular drink — usually a bourbon or a cocktail — and the cigar decision follows with equal consideration. And, admittedly, there are moments when I simply grab a cigar and a pour with little thought and see what serendipity delivers.

Life is an adventure.

Cheers!

Exploring an Aged Beer and Cigar Pairing: Bigfoot and Padrón Maduro

The rains had stopped, but the air remained cool, and my thoughts turned to a hearty beer to accompany the evening’s smoke. I grabbed an old bottle of Sierra Nevada Bigfoot Ale from the stash in the basement. This bottle dated from the 2010 release, making it just over 15 years old.

When selecting a cigar to pair with the beer, I wanted something that could stand up to Bigfoot’s expected caramel and port-like dark fruit character while contributing a complementary sweetness of its own. I chose the Padrón 1964 Anniversary Series Maduro in the Torpedo vitola. It was shaping up to be a dessert-like pairing.

The bottle released a small “poof” when opened, proof that some carbonation remained. I poured a bit too quickly at first, building a moderate beige head that dissipated almost immediately. A sweet molasses aroma rose from the glass. The liquid itself glowed a bright red-mahogany hue.

At 9.6% ABV, the well-aged Bigfoot carried surprisingly little noticeable alcohol on the palate. Though known for its aggressive hop bitterness, I was somewhat surprised that citrus and bitter notes remained fairly robust after 15 years. The ale offered a rich blend of dark caramel and dark fruit sweetness reminiscent of port wine. Hints of fig, raisin, and toffee emerged as I sipped the rich beverage.

Not nearly as aged as the beer, the Padrón 1964 Anniversary Series Maduro had rested in my humidor for only four months. The cigar's construction was flawless, with the dense feel and clean lines expected from the line. The Torpedo size measures 6 x 52 and uses aged Nicaraguan tobaccos throughout.  

The smoke opened with bittersweet cocoa and espresso notes. As the cigar warmed, the profile deepened with molasses-like sweetness and hints of dark fruit. A soft peppery spice lingered into the finish.

The pairing of the vintage Bigfoot Ale and the Padrón 1964 Anniversary Series Maduro proved delightful and fully met my dessert-like expectations. The cigar’s cocoa and espresso notes complemented Bigfoot’s dark-fruit richness particularly well, while the shared molasses undertones tied the pairing together.

We’ve been enjoying opening some of the beers we tucked away for aging 10–15 years ago. I’ve found them immensely rewarding. Some come from breweries that now exist only in memory, yet all feel irreplaceable. Like cigars, they are ultimately meant to be enjoyed — even if that enjoyment comes years down the road. There is something bittersweet in finally opening a carefully aged bottle, knowing it can never truly be replaced.

Cheers!

Coffee-Flavored Comfort: Undercrown Maduro and the Revolver

Searching for a smoke on a cool evening, I was drawn to the Drew Estate Undercrown Maduro. It’s a cigar I’ve enjoyed many times over the years, though surprisingly I hadn’t reached for one in well over a year. I pulled a stick that had been resting in the humidor for nearly 18 months — further adding to my astonishment that it had been so long since my last one.

I’ve also been on a bit of a Revolver cocktail kick lately. The coffee-forward drink feels especially fitting on a cool evening. Truth be told, I’m a fan of almost anything coffee flavored. The Undercrown Maduro has always paired naturally with a mug of black coffee, so it seemed reasonable that it would work just as well alongside the cocktail.

The Undercrown Maduro is often described as “overlooked” or “under appreciated,” though I’m not sure I agree with those labels. While smoking, I posted a photo to an online cigar forum I frequent, and within minutes several members replied with pictures of the same cigar they were enjoying at that very moment. It hardly seemed forgotten.

The cigar features a Mexican San Andrés maduro wrapper over a Connecticut River Valley Habano binder, with Nicaraguan and Brazilian Mata Fina fillers completing the blend. The result is a medium-to-full-bodied smoke known for notes of espresso, cocoa, earth, and creaminess.  

Even after its long rest in the humidor, the San Andrés wrapper retained a dark, oily sheen. Rich flavors of espresso and cocoa sweetness dominated the profile, while the smoke itself was thick and creamy on the palate.

For the Revolver, I used Four Roses Small Batch Select at 104 proof. The higher-proof bourbon stood up well to the cigar’s richness without being overshadowed. The coffee liqueur amplified the cigar’s espresso and cocoa notes, while the orange bitters and expressed peel added a touch of brightness that kept the pairing from becoming overly heavy.

As I had hoped, the Revolver and the Undercrown Maduro proved to be a natural match. I smoked and sipped slowly, appreciating the interplay of coffee, cocoa, citrus, and sweetness throughout the evening.

Cheers!

Off the Beaten Path: Slow Burn Cigar Co. in Remington

A few weeks ago, I came across a mention online of a cigar lounge in the area that I had never heard of. Intrigued, I looked up Slow Burn Cigar Co. and realized it was just a short drive away in the small town of Remington. Interestingly, I pass through Remington regularly, yet had never had occasion to venture into the quiet rural community itself.

Opened a little over a year ago, Slow Burn occupies a renovated former feed supply store that suits the lounge perfectly. The building’s open layout and high ceilings create an airy, comfortable atmosphere, with ample seating spread throughout the space. Several large air cleaners help to keep the environment fresh. On warm days, additional seating is available on the front porch, offering a relaxed outdoor option for enjoying a cigar.

Owner Len is both welcoming and knowledgeable. Beyond simply running a cigar shop, he is clearly focused on building a destination for enthusiasts by bringing in boutique and harder-to-find cigars. The humidors may not be massive, but they are thoughtfully stocked with a balanced selection that should appeal to a wide range of smokers.

On both of my visits, I enjoyed the shop’s “house blend,” the Farmhouse Blend Maduro. The 6.5 x 52 vitola delivers a flavorful, slow-burning smoke with enough complexity to remain interesting throughout its long session. Slow Burn also participates in monthly releases from the Limited Cigar Association through Privada, giving regulars access to limited and often unique offerings. I look forward to exploring some of those selections on future visits.

Adding to Slow Burn's appeal is its unexpected location. While the surrounding region is heavily populated, Remington itself remains a small rural town of roughly 650 residents, tucked between Warrenton and Culpeper. Finding a dedicated cigar lounge of this quality in such a setting feels like discovering a hidden gem.

Len is actively working to spread the word about the shop, and the sense of community already seems to be taking hold. During my visits, conversations with several regulars added to the welcoming atmosphere. 

After a couple of visits, Slow Burn has already earned a place on my list of regular stops. Though the driving mileage is greater than some other nearby cigar shops, the drive through winding country roads takes about the same amount of time — and is considerably more enjoyable than navigating traffic through town. For cigar smokers in the area, it is well worth the detour.

Cheers!

Bourbon Independence Day: A Toast to America’s Native Spirit

On May 4, 1964, Senate Concurrent Resolution 19 (S. Con. Res. 19) was passed, declaring that bourbon “is a distinctive product of the United States.” With that resolution, Bourbon Whiskey joined the ranks of other regionally protected spirits such as Scotch Whisky, Cognac, and Canadian Whisky — each of which must be produced in their respective countries of origin.

Although bourbon originated in present day Kentucky in the late 1700s — then still part of Virginia — and the vast majority of it is still produced there today, bourbon is now made in all 50 U.S. states.

So, raise a glass (or two) and celebrate Bourbon Independence Day with your favorite pour!

Cheers!

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A Toast to 10 Million Hits

Musings Over a Barrel is not the most prolific blog on the internet. It has always been a niche blog — that niche being me. Part review site, part experience log, and mostly a journal for me to reminisce over.

One of the most popular pages is the search link, and it’s quite likely many of those hits are my own.

To my surprise, sometime in the last 24 hours, the blog recorded its 10 millionth hit. Granted, that took more than 18 years, but still, it’s a cool milestone.

18+ years and 3,718 posts later, I offer a hearty “thank you” to everyone who spends a few moments of their time reading these ramblings.

Cheers!

A 4,000 Year Old Beer Tab

Researchers at the National Museum of Denmark have interpreted a clay tablet in their collection that records an ancient transaction:

One, which dates back 4,000 years, represents a record of beer being used as a form of payment in the ancient city of Umma, in what is now southern Iraq. It shows beer in various quality and quantities supplied by someone named 'Ayalli'.

It includes a payment of 16 litres of 'high quality beer' and 55 litres of 'ordinary beer', which would have been distributed among a group of workers

Even the earliest civilizations recognized the motivational value of beer.

For more details, see “Ancient BEER tab is discovered on a 4,000-year-old clay tablet.”

Cheers!

Porchside Pairing: Crowned Heads Broadway and New Riff Single Barrel

The end of the week brought delightful weather for sitting outside. On Thursday, I took advantage of it and enjoyed a couple of fine cigars in pleasant outdoor settings.

In the afternoon, I spent a few hours at Slow Burn Cigar Company, a new-to-me shop in Remington. (More on that in a future post.) It was such a nice day that I joined others on the outside porch rather than smoke in the lounge.

After dinner at home, I retired outside to the screened porch to enjoy a Crowned Heads Broadway. 

The Crowned Heads Broadway is a relatively new release from Crowned Heads. Coincidentally, it is the first cigar introduced under the company’s updated branding, with the logo displayed prominently on the primary band and a supplemental band identifying the specific line. I’ve had several of the 4 3/4 x 50 Robusto Extra vitola resting in the humidor for about four months.

The cigar features a dark Connecticut Broadleaf wrapper. The remainder of the blend is Nicaraguan tobacco, incorporating leaf from the Estelí, Jalapa, and Ometepe regions in the filler. That combination creates a rich, savory smoke that opens with notes of espresso, dark cocoa, and black pepper. Occasional but fleeting hints of sweetness emerge throughout.

As the cigar progressed, the pepper intensified and the profile grew bolder. Medium-full bodied at the start, it moved solidly into full-bodied territory during the second half. The final puffs delivered a concentrated wave of black pepper and dark richness.

My original intention was to pour some New Riff Distilling Bottled in Bond with the cigar. When I set the bottle down after pouring, I realized I had grabbed the New Riff Single Barrel by mistake. That worked out just fine — perhaps even better.

New Riff Single Barrel is a high-rye bourbon, offering a pleasant rye-driven kick. This bottle is labeled at 110.3 proof — assertive, but not overwhelming. Rye spice dominates the nose, accompanied by cinnamon, brown sugar, and sweet fruit notes. There is a touch of proof-driven warmth on the palate, though not enough to warrant adding water. Caramel sweetness and dark fruit balance the spice, creating a robust sipping experience.

The pairing, though unintended, turned out to be especially fitting. The bold and spicy New Riff stood up well to the richness of the Broadway, particularly as the cigar’s pepper and espresso notes intensified toward the finish.

As I smoked and sipped, I put on music from the 1960s and ’70s rock band Traffic in honor of the recent passing of founding member Dave Mason. The music stirred a wave of nostalgia and reflection.

The cigar and bourbon, combined with the spring weather and good music, created a serene and relaxing atmosphere — just the right way to get an early start on the weekend.

Cheers!

Montecristo 1935 and the Revolver Cocktail to Fight the Chill

Despite my optimism in de-winterizing the screened porch last week, Mother Nature had other plans. The past few days turned notably cooler, even bringing a couple days of frost warnings. As such, it was a bit chilly when it came time for our Sunday afternoon cocktails and snacks. I assumed we’d retreat indoors, but Colleen suggested we sit out on the porch while I enjoyed a cigar.

I’d been eyeing the Montecristo 1935 Anniversary Nicaragua Toro resting in the humidor for three months now, and decided its full-bodied profile might serve as a fitting counter to the chill.

My first inclination was to pour a bourbon with the cigar, but I opted for a cocktail instead. I settled on the Revolver — a richly flavored mix of bourbon, coffee liqueur, and orange bitters that leans decidedly dessert-like.

The Montecristo 1935 Anniversary Nicaragua Toro is a 6 x 54, softly box-pressed Nicaraguan puro. It was originally released to celebrate Montecristo’s 85th anniversary, with the intent of reimagining the original 1935 Cuban profile using modern Nicaraguan tobaccos. I have enjoyed a few Cuban Montecristos on European trips, I recall only one New World Montecristo prior to this — the milder White Series, which didn’t quite suit my preferences.

The 1935 Anniversary delivers a core of dark roast coffee, earth, and bitter cocoa. A moderate dose of pepper and baking spice — especially on the retrohale — adds definition. In the latter half, notes of leather and malted chocolate emerge. The profile remains rich and well-balanced throughout.

The cigar produced copious amounts of smoke, contributing to its overall richness. Even at rest, it gave off steady plumes — at times bordering on excessive when I was actively smoking.

An exceptionally enjoyable and bold smoke, the Montecristo 1935 Anniversary paired beautifully with the Revolver. The cocktail mirrors the cigar’s espresso and cocoa notes, while the hint of orange lifts and brightens the heavier flavors. The interplay between the drink’s coffee character and the bourbon’s sweetness complemented the cigar particularly well. The dark, warming profile of the cocktail also felt right at home in the cool air.

The Montecristo 1935 Anniversary Nicaragua has received high praise, including recognition as the #2 Cigar of the Year from Cigar Aficionado in 2021. Priced in the mid-range, it delivers an exceptional smoking experience. It’s one I could easily see adding to the humidor for special occasions — or simply for a rewarding late-day smoke.

Cooler weather is set to linger through the week, but with dark, bold pairings like this, that hardly seems like a hardship. Before long, I’ll be reaching for lighter, more refreshing combinations — but for now, this suits just fine.

Cheers!

Bourbon, Beef, and Cigars — All for a Good Cause

Enjoying smoked meat, whiskey, cigars, and good company is never a bad thing. Add in a great cause, and the enjoyment is all the greater. Such was the case this past Saturday evening, when I attended an event benefiting the Paul Stefan Foundation.

The Paul Stefan Foundation supports pregnant women in need, along with their children. By providing access to healthcare, housing, and skills training, the organization helps vulnerable women build a better life for their families. For two decades the organization has been providing a critical and, literally, life-saving service in the local community.

This was the fourth year I’ve attended this fun event to support the foundation, while also enjoying camaraderie, excellent food and drink, and, of course, cigars. As an indication of just how much there is to enjoy, this was the first year I actually remembered to pull out my phone and take a few photos — most of them hurriedly snapped near the end of the evening.

Held at the farm of a supporter, the centerpiece of the evening is a long table laden with smoked meats — beef, pork, chicken — along with the usual sides. Much of the meat is prepared by another supporter, and the smoked brisket is consistently among the best I’ve had.

The whiskey and bourbon selection is always diverse, often featuring a few elusive bottles. This year, I gravitated toward the E.H. Taylor Small Batch — at least until it ran dry. The bar also includes other spirits, mixers, bitters, and garnishes, along with a cocktail book for those looking to experiment.

There’s usually a modest selection of cigars available, and this year included offerings from Drew Estate, Padrón, and Fuente. I also brought a few from my own humidor to enjoy or share. With a strong turnout of cigar smokers this year, many others did the same. I started the evening with a Liga Privada H99 Flying Pig — one of my favorites — and later lit up a Micallef Red Robusto I had brought along.

As the evening wore on, a large bonfire was lit, drawing a crowd that lingered well into the night. In years past, I’ve stayed late into those hours, but this time I made an early-ish exit, despite the still lively gathering.

Most of my cigar smoking is a solitary pursuit, so I especially value opportunities like this. Throughout the evening, I enjoyed reconnecting with old friends and making new acquaintances. Cigars, food, and drink naturally foster good company — but when there’s a shared sense of purpose behind it all, the experience is elevated all the more.

Cheers!

A Quiet Pairing: Pledge Purple and Bourbon at Sunset

This weekend got off to a delightful start. With mild temperatures and low humidity, the screened porch was especially inviting. Despite the still-high pollen levels, I opened the windows to let in the breeze. While scanning the humidor for an evening smoke, I settled on the E.P. Carrillo Pledge Purple box that arrived a few weeks ago. Though the cigars had rested for just three weeks, curiosity got the better of me.

The Pledge Purple is a one-time release to mark the five-year anniversary of the original Pledge line. The Pledge Prequel earned Cigar Aficionado’s 2020 No. 1 Cigar of the Year with a 98-point rating. For this anniversary release, the same Havana-seed Connecticut wrapper set aside from that original crop was aged an additional five years — bringing the leaf to roughly a decade of age. The blend was adjusted to complement the more refined tobacco. A Mexican binder surrounds a Nicaraguan filler composed of tobaccos from Estelí, Condega, and Ometepe.

The wrapper shows a slightly dry appearance, though the cigar feels well-kept and properly humidified. The box-pressed 6 x 54 Toro is dressed in gold and purple bands, and packed in a bright purple box to match. I’ve long had an aversion to the color — in clothing and dinosaurs — but I’ll make an exception here for the sake of the cigar. :-)

The Pledge Purple opens with mild notes of earth, spice, and espresso. There’s no initial punch; instead, the profile builds gradually. As the cigar develops, cocoa and a subtle sweetness emerge, keeping things in the mild-to-medium range.

After some time, I began sipping the Old Elk Cigar Cut Bourbon I had poured as an accompaniment. I held off initially to get a clean read on the cigar. Cigar Cut is a blend of bourbons finished in Sherry, Armagnac, Port, and Cognac casks, resulting in layers of dark chocolate, toffee, raisins, and baking spice, with hints of tobacco and leather on the finish. It’s a rich and complex pour that has paired well with many cigars.

Together, the pairing proved both enjoyable and instructive. The bourbon’s raisin and port-driven sweetness amplified the cigar’s cocoa and earthy core. Its long finish, however, occasionally overshadowed the cigar’s more restrained close, with the bourbon taking the lead.

As the “sip and smoke” continued, the cigar subtly built to a solid medium body in the second half. Cocoa and espresso remained the dominant notes, gaining depth and intensity, while a touch of cedar spice added interest toward the end.

I enjoyed the E.P. Carrillo Pledge Purple quite a bit. It stands apart from the core Pledge line — less sharp, less spice-driven, and notably more refined. In many ways, it feels like what extended aging might naturally draw out of the original blend.

Relaxation came easily as the sun set, a cool breeze moving through the porch. With a good cigar and bourbon in hand, the evening settled into a quiet, easy rhythm. The cigar burned slowly — nearly two hours in total — and I eked out a few extra minutes, holding the nub between my fingers to capture that last bit of flavor. With nine remaining in the box, I’ll pace myself in lighting up the rest.

Cheers!

Spring on the Deck: Sombremesa Solita Red and Boulevardier Pairing

I’m calling the cold weather done — the portable heaters on the screened porch were packed away this past weekend. Unless we're using the porch, the windows remain closed for now, but only in deference to the “pollening.” Once the yellow scourge passes, the porch will be fully open again.

This past weekend, we took things outside and enjoyed cocktails on the deck rather than inside. I prepared a Negroni for Colleen, while I opted for a Boulevardier — a softer, sweeter riff on the classic that I thought would pair more cleanly with the Sobremesa Solita Red I had in mind.

The Boulevardier is often built with equal parts bourbon, Campari, and sweet vermouth, but I’ve been playing with ratios to dial back the bitterness depending on the cigar I'm selecting. I generally lean toward 2:1:1, and for this pairing I reached for a wheated bourbon — Maker’s Mark 46 Cask Strength — to add a little extra sweetness and weight.

The 6¼ x 46 Sombremesa Solita Red from Dunbarton Tobacco & Trust is wrapped in a red-hued Ecuadorian Habano leaf, with a Mexican San Andrés Negro binder and a filler blend from Condega, Estelí, Pueblo Nuevo, and a touch of Pennsylvania Broadleaf. The draw was slightly firm, but well within reason.

At its core, the cigar delivers notes of dark chocolate, black coffee, and a sweet, loamy earthiness, with an occasional flicker of black pepper. Medium-bodied, it strikes a balance between richness and restraint — flavorful without becoming heavy.

The adjusted Boulevardier proved to be a natural companion. The Maker’s 46 Cask Strength brought a round, warming sweetness that echoed the cigar’s profile. I ended up making a second round, nudging in a bit more sweet vermouth for a subtle shift in the profile.

Together, the pairing hit that ideal note, complementary and supportive. A small bowl of salty potato chips rounded out the aperitif, adding just enough contrast to keep things lively.

With the heaters packed away and the deck back in use, this felt like a natural shift into the new season. The Solita Red and the adjusted Boulevardier paired easily. All in all, a simple, well-matched combination and a good way to ease back into spring evenings outdoors.

Cheers!

From the Back of the Humidor — Veritas 412 Revisited

I dug deep into the humidor for my Friday evening smoke and came up with a Veritas 412 — a boutique cigar I used to enjoy regularly at Olde Towne Tobacconist at the Farm. I still had a couple tucked away in the back, sticks I picked up at the now-closed shop and had been aging for the past two years. It felt like the makings of a nostalgic evening.

The Veritas 412 is a 6 x 54 toro featuring a dark, slightly mottled Pennsylvania Broadleaf Maduro wrapper over a Mexican San Andrés binder and a blend of Pennsylvania and Nicaraguan (Estelí and Condega) filler tobaccos. The cigar is firm, smoothly rolled, and even after two years in the humidor, it retained a nice oily sheen. The “412” name is a nod to the Pittsburgh area code — home to founder Chris Weber.

The cigar opens with a pepper-forward profile, likely driven by the Broadleaf. Dark chocolate and cocoa notes quickly take center stage, becoming the dominant flavor. A subtle dark fruit sweetness and a hint of coffee round out the profile as the smoke progresses. It’s a bold, dense cigar that remains fairly consistent over its roughly 90-minute smoking time.

The cellophane had taken on a golden hue, a subtle indicator of its age. Despite the time in the humidor, performance was flawless. After the initial toast and light, I never needed to touch the flame again. Smoke production was thick and steady, the burn line even, and the ash held firm.

Smoking the Veritas 412 brought back memories of Friday nights at the brewery-based cigar lounge. The lounge at 1781 Brewery has been closed for nearly two years now, but those evenings still come to mind easily. Back then, the 412 was usually paired with a craft beer. This time, I went in a different direction and poured a glass of Elijah Craig Barrel Proof.

This particular bottle was Batch A124, released in January 2024. At 119 proof, it’s still a bold pour — even if on the lower end for the series. The bourbon held its own alongside the cigar, offering rich notes of brown sugar and caramel up front, followed by charred oak and a cinnamon-laced finish. A few drops of water softened the spice and brought forward more sweetness, complementing the cigar nicely.

As for Veritas Cigars, their current status is something of a mystery. The brand, founded in 2011, rode the boutique cigar wave with a number of well-regarded blends, including the 412. Production at one point moved to Fábrica Oveja Negra in Estelí, a respected factory known for Black Label Trading Company releases. In recent years, however, the brand has gone quiet — its website offline and social media dormant.

Smoking the Veritas 412 was both nostalgic and a bit bittersweet. It made for a perfect spring evening on the porch — good cigar, good bourbon, and time to reflect. Finding these in the humidor brought back memories of the brewery lounge and the people who made those nights enjoyable. And as I smoked, it dawned on me that I may not come across these again anytime soon. For now, I think I’ll let the last one rest a while longer.

Cheers!

The Beer Set the Tone — The Cigar Did the Rest

With a couple of beer-centric “holidays” falling this past week, I turned my attention to hoppy beverages and their cigar accompaniments. For “New Beer’s Eve” on Monday, I was in the mood for something light and refreshing, still easing out of the indulgence of Easter weekend. A leftover Pilsner Urquell in the fridge fit the bill perfectly.

Choosing a cigar to accompany a lighter beer gave me some pause. A crisp, herbal pilsner calls for restraint; anything too bold would quickly overwhelm its clean malt character and Saaz hop profile. I settled on a lighter-bodied cigar with a creamy, nutty profile and reached for a Davidoff Signature 1000 — a cigar I typically reserve for morning or afternoon smokes, often paired with a cup of creamy coffee.

The pairing proved both enjoyable and surprisingly refreshing. The Ecuador Connecticut wrapper, with Dominican binder and fillers, delivered a smooth, coffee-leaning profile with gentle sweetness and just a hint of pepper. That touch of sweetness played nicely against the pilsner’s bitterness, creating a balanced, complementary experience. My only disappointment was the brevity of the 5 5/8 x 34 panetela — barely a 25-minute smoke. I was sorely tempted to light a second, but resisted.

The following evening, “National Beer Day” called for another moment on the porch. With cooler temperatures settling in, I reached for something darker: Bell’s Christmas Ale. Despite its seasonal branding, it’s a fine Scotch Ale and one I enjoy well beyond the holidays. For the cigar, I chose a Rocky Patel The Edge 20th Anniversary Robusto.

This fuller-bodied cigar brings notes of cedar, earth, dark cocoa, and a touch of spice. Its blend, featuring a 10-year-aged Ecuador Sumatra wrapper, a Honduran Broadleaf binder, and fillers from Honduras and Panama comes together in a rich, medium-to-full-bodied smoke, one I often enjoy with bourbon or rye.

The Scotch Ale brought a deep malt richness to the pairing. Layers of caramel and toffee complemented the cigar’s cocoa and cedar notes, while the beer’s body stood up well to the cigar’s strength. It was a satisfying match, particularly as the evening chill set in. After flirting with 80-degree days just a week prior, we found ourselves under a freeze warning — a classic Virginia spring.

These beer “holidays” served as a welcome prompt to explore a couple of thoughtful pairings. Even after years of enjoying beer — this blog evolved from that passion — I find that discovering the right cigar match still takes a bit of time, a bit of patience, and more than a few moments staring into the humidor.

And it’s always worth the effort.

Cheers!

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A Toast to April 7 and the Return of Beer

On April 7, 1933, a long national drought finally began to break.

After 13 years of Prohibition, Americans could once again legally enjoy beer. Though the failed experiment in prohibition would linger until its full repeal on December 5, the passage of the Cullen-Harrison Act offered some long-awaited relief  — permitting beer of up to 3.2% alcohol by weight (about 4% by volume), the so-called “near beer.”

When President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed the measure on March 22, 1933, he reportedly quipped, “I think this would be a good time for a beer.” It was a simple remark, but one that perfectly captured the mood of a thirsty nation ready to raise a glass again.

On the evening of April 6, crowds gathered outside bars and taverns across the country, waiting for the clock to strike midnight. When it did, beer flowed legally for the first time in over a decade. That night would later earn its own name: “New Beer’s Eve.”

Photo by https://www.anheuser-busch.com/about/clydesdale

The celebrations took many forms, including one that would become iconic. To mark the moment, a six-horse hitch of the now-famous Budweiser Clydesdales was presented to August A. Busch Sr. by his sons. Soon after, the team made a public appearance delivering beer to the White House — a fitting tribute to the return of a simple pleasure.

Today, April 7 is celebrated as “National Beer Day.” It’s a nod not just to beer and its long-awaited return, but a reminder that freedom, once taken, is seldom restored without time, patience, and persistence.

Cheers!

The Joy of Easter

“He is not here, for he has been raised just as he said.”

-- Matthew 28:6

With these words, spoken by the messenger of God, the reality of the Resurrection was revealed to the world. The empty tomb proclaims that death and sin have been conquered. Each time I reflect on the Resurrection, I’m struck by the awe the women at the tomb must have felt that morning — confusion, fear, and overwhelming joy. I also find myself wondering what passed through the minds of those who had persecuted Him — those who believed they had silenced Him, only to be confronted with a truth they could never hide nor coverup.

And yet, even in the light of the Resurrection, the Prince of Darkness continues his work in this world. His followers — whether willing or unwitting — carry out the evil one’s designs by twisting truth, sowing confusion, and offering false promises. Evil is repackaged as good, deception cloaked in virtue. As the enemy works to blur moral lines, we see truth distorted, morality mocked, and genuine love mislabeled as hate. Through persistent attacks on faith, freedom, and the sanctity of life, the spiritual battle still rages.

But today, we celebrate the fulfillment of Our Lord’s promise. On this most glorious day, fear is vanquished and hearts are lifted. The Resurrection reminds us that the ultimate battle between good and evil has already been won. For three days, it seemed as though Satan had triumphed — but three days are nothing in the face of eternity. Easter is our strength and our hope. It empowers us to persevere through trials, resist temptation, and stand firm in the face of persecution.

Wishing you a blessed and joy-filled Easter. May the light and joy of the Resurrection remain in your heart throughout the year.

Happy Easter!

"The Resurrection of Our Lord", Gallery of Tapestries, Vatican Museums

A Good Friday Pairing: Bourbon County Stout & The Wise Man Maduro

After a day of fasting and abstinence on Good Friday, I traditionally enjoy a stout and a cigar in the evening. After all, the monastic tradition of sustaining oneself on “liquid bread” during fasts dates back to the Middle Ages.

I reached into the cellar for a bottle of Bourbon County Brand Stout, this one from the 2024 release. For such an imposing beer, I selected an equally rich cigar — The Wise Man Maduro from Foundation Cigars. A few of these Toros have rested in my humidor for just shy of two years, making them roughly contemporaries of the beer.

Pollen hung thick in the evening air when I stepped onto the porch. Despite having dusted things off the day before, a yellow film coated the furniture — and my sinuses.

Still, the evening called.

The Bourbon County Brand Stout is an annual release from Goose Island Beer Company, aged for about a year in bourbon barrels from distilleries such as Buffalo Trace, Heaven Hill, Four Roses, and Wild Turkey. At a formidable 14.7% ABV, it has become a benchmark for barrel-aged imperial stouts.

The beer pours thick and indulgent, offering bold notes of chocolate, vanilla, espresso, and toffee. Undertones of dark cherry weave through a bourbon-like warmth, all carried on a dense, velvety mouthfeel. It could easily be called dessert in a bottle — if dessert were on the Lenten menu. The rich aroma alone cut cleanly through any pollen-induced haze.

The Wise Man Maduro is a standout from Foundation Cigar Company. The 6 x 52 Toro features a dark, reddish Mexican San Andrés wrapper over Nicaraguan binders from Estelí and Jalapa, with fillers from Estelí, Condega, and Jalapa.

Medium to full in body, the cigar opens with notes of bittersweet chocolate and bold espresso, accompanied by a subtle red pepper spice. From the outset, the pairing with the stout feels natural and well-aligned. 

As the smoke progresses, the flavors deepen. The chocolate becomes creamier, while a dark fruit sweetness emerges, reinforcing the dessert-like quality of the experience. The spice builds slightly toward the final third, adding just enough contrast to keep things engaging.

The interaction between the Bourbon County Stout and The Wise Man Maduro proves to be near perfect. Chocolate and coffee notes echo between sip and draw, each enhancing the other without becoming either bitter or cloying.

With blues music playing softly in the background, time seemed to slow as I sipped and smoked. Aside from the persistent assault of spring pollen, the session was effortless. The cigar burned flawlessly — no relights, no touch-ups — maintaining an even burn even when left to rest.

After two years in the humidor, it remained in peak form.

As the cigar neared its end, I glanced at the time and realized that two and a half hours had slipped by. That, perhaps, is the surest sign of a truly exceptional smoke and sip — and a fittingly contemplative close to Good Friday.

Cheers!

Good Friday Contemplation

I share this moving reflection every year on Good Friday. Still, it never fails to raise the dust levels in the room. 

Limbo

The ancient greyness shifted suddenly and thinned like mist upon the moors before a wind.

An old, old prophet lifted a shining face and said:

“He will be coming soon. The Son of God is dead; He died this afternoon.”

A murmurous excitement stirred all souls. They wondered if they dreamed

save one old man who seemed not even to have heard.

And Moses, standing, hushed them all to ask if any had a welcome song prepared.

If not, would David take the task?

And if they cared could not the three young children sing the Benedicite,

the canticle of praise they made when God kept them from perishing in the fiery blaze?

A breath of spring surprised them, stilling Moses’ words.

No one could speak, remembering the first fresh flowers, the little singing birds.

Still others thought of fields new ploughed or apple trees all blossom-boughed.

Or some, the way a dried bed fills with water laughing down green hills.

The fisherfolk dreamed of the foam on bright blue seas.

The one old man who had not stirred remembered home.

And there He was, splendid as the morning sun and fair as only God is fair.

And they, confused with joy, knelt to adore

Seeing that He wore five crimson stars He never had before.

No canticle at all was sung. None toned a psalm, or raised a greeting song,

A silent man alone of all that throng found tongue — not any other.

Close to His heart when the embrace was done, old Joseph said,

“How is Your Mother, How is Your Mother, Son?”

-- Sister Mary Ada, OSJ

Michelangelo's Pieta, via Wikimedia Commons

San Lotano Requiem and Old Elk Cognac Finish: A Reset After One of Those Weeks

I was thinking about the Jimmy Vivino song “Gonna Be 2 of Those Days” this week. The week started with our oven breaking. Then, the same morning the repairman was arriving for that issue, the refrigerator gave up the ghost.

The next day after shopping for a new fridge, we stopped at Starbucks for a treat. Pulling away from the drive-thru, I realized I’d forgotten to redeem my free birthday coffee. That felt like the icing on the cake.

Needless to say, I was more than ready for a relaxing smoke and a pour or two of bourbon that evening. The exceptional spring-like weather inspired me to select a long smoke from the humidor. I settled on the San Lotano Requiem Maduro Gran Toro. The 6 x 60 stick from A.J. Fernandez features a Mexican San Andrés wrapper, smooth and chocolatey in appearance. A Nicaraguan binder encases fillers from Nicaragua and Honduras. The cigar had been resting in my humidor for nearly four months.

The San Lotano Requiem Maduro is a full-bodied smoke, yet remains approachable. Its smooth, complex profile delivers notes of espresso, cocoa, and pepper, balanced by a subtle sweetness on the palate. The 135-minute burn gave me ample time to unwind from a hectic few days, while enjoying a couple pours of Old Elk Cognac Cask Finish Bourbon.

As I’ve noted before, I enjoy cask-finished bourbons — especially alongside a cigar. The range of finishes distillers can draw from — cognac, rum, Armagnac, sherry, port, and more — creates some truly interesting expressions. The Old Elk Cognac Cask Finish is no exception.

Aged for at least five years, then finished in cognac casks for 10 months, it offers notes of sweet raisin and apple, along with caramel and oak. At 105 proof, it delivers a mild, spicy warmth on the finish.

Until I pulled the bottle from the shelf, I hadn’t realized just how much I’d enjoyed the Cognac-finished bourbon — there were only a few ounces left. I nursed the remainder through the duration of the long smoke. The pairing made for a well-matched — and very welcome — repast.

It actually got a bit warm on the porch, prompting me to open more windows and let the spring breeze flow through. While we’ve had hints of spring in recent weeks, the 80° high that day made it feel official. Of course, the next few days will bring a noticeable drop, as spring continues its slow attempt to take hold in Virginia.

As this post goes up, the oven is repaired, the new refrigerator is in place, and I realized I had one more day to claim my free coffee. All things considered, the week’s challenges were minor — though I did miss having ice in the house for a few days.

Cheers!

A Sunday in the Sun With a Cigar and Coffee

After a long day of birthday celebrations, Sunday was a much-needed day of rest. I’m not as young as I used to be — but then again, who among us is?

The afternoon was sunny, with temperatures climbing into the 80s. It was not a day to be spent inside. The warm deck beckoned us. We opted for creamy iced coffee, a nod to lingering fatigue, paired with a couple of chocolate-dipped biscotti for a simple but uplifting treat.

I grabbed a Mr. Sinistro by Sinistro Cigars to light up with the cold, sweet drink. (The biscotti were gone well before I got around to lighting up.) Mr. Sinistro is a relatively new release from last year. I had the 6½ × 56 Toro on hand. The cigar features a reddish-brown Ecuadorian Habano wrapper and a Pennsylvania Broadleaf binder. The fillers are a complex mix of Olor, Piloto Cubano, and Corojo ligero from the Dominican Republic, along with Paraguayan leaf. This cigar had been resting in my humidor for five months, arriving as part of an October monthly shipment from Cigar and Pipes.

Upon lighting, the Mr. Sinistro offered notes of mild black pepper along with hints of sweet bread and honey. Smoke output remained somewhat limited throughout the session, which may have muted the flavors. A leathery, earthy backbone developed as the cigar progressed, accompanied by a dry, creamy quality.

The burn was quite wavy through the first third but evened out in the remaining portion. The ash behaved somewhat strangely throughout the smoke. While it held firm and did not easily give way when tapped, small flakes would regularly drop from the sides. In the latter half, the ash began peeling away in thin sheets, reminiscent of bark shedding from a dying tree.

The cigar is often listed as medium to full-bodied, but I would place it closer to medium-mild. Overall, I found the flavor profile somewhat bland. Combined with the mildly frustrating ash behavior, the experience left me underwhelmed. That said, this was my only sample. That is one drawback of the monthly cigar subscription format — and why I usually tend to acquire more than one example when trying something new. As with any handmade product, variability is always a factor.

The mediocre smoke aside, the afternoon itself was refreshing and uplifting. The songs of early spring arrivals filled the air, while greening grass and budding trees offered clear signs of the season’s arrival.

Cheers!

A Birthday Celebration: Good Food, Drink, Cigars, and Friends

At this stage of life, birthday celebrations tend to be quiet and laid back. Still, a few extra touches this year elevated the day and made it feel just a bit more special.

The day began as most do, with a relaxing morning and coffee. Instead of a traditional cake, I requested something we could enjoy alongside that first cup. Colleen delivered with a delicious Almond Honeycomb Cake — one that will happily stretch across several mornings in the days ahead.

Later, we headed out for lunch, settling in at the bar at Capital Ale House, a once-regular stop we hadn’t visited in a couple of years. I opted for a Killanny Red from Brehon Brewhouse in Inniskeen, County Monaghan, Ireland. The deep ruby-red ale, served on nitro, offered plenty of biscuity malt character. At a modest 4.5% ABV, it allowed for a second pour alongside a flatbread pizza. As a birthday bonus, loyalty points covered more than half the bill.

The evening was capped with a visit to the home of good friends. We began lakeside, enjoying cigars and Redbreast 12 Year Old Irish Whiskey on the dock. My friend had picked up a couple of Andalusian Bull cigars by La Flor Dominicana for the occasion. It had been about five years since I’d last had one, which made the experience all the more special.

The Andalusian Bull was an enjoyable as I remembered — rich and full-bodied, with notes of earth, warm spice, and a touch of sweetness that lingered on the finish. The whiskey’s sweet fruit and gentle spice complemented the cigar beautifully, softening some of its intensity while amplifying the sweeter undertones.

After the cigars, we headed out for a delicious dinner and more drinks. The food was excellent, but as always, the real highlight was the company.

It was an ideal way to celebrate not just another trip around the sun, but also good health and the enduring gifts of family and friendship. There’s not much more one could ask for. Even the steady stream of texts and social media messages added to the day and was sincerely appreciated.

Looking back, I was struck by how naturally the day unfolded. Planned moments and small surprises came together to create a celebration filled with food, drink, and laughter. Thoroughly enjoyed — though once a year is probably enough.

Cheers!

Spring’s First Pour: Barrell Cigar Blend Bourbon

At last, spring has sprung. Friday marked the first official day of the season and, surprisingly, it actually felt like it. The day began warm and sunny — accompanied, of course, by a healthy dose of pollen. I spent the morning spreading mulch around the beds, and I’ll admit, I enjoy stepping outside and catching that sweet, earthy aroma of fresh mulch in the air.

After a much-needed afternoon nap, I was refreshed and ready for an evening on the porch. As luck would have it, my bottle of Barrell Craft Spirits Cigar Blend Bourbon arrived that very afternoon, and I eagerly cracked it open for the evening’s sip and smoke.

Barrell Cigar Blend is a blend of whiskeys aged 7.5 to 18 years, finished in Madeira, Armagnac, rum, and Hungarian oak casks. The few early reviews I've seen were favorable and I was curious to see if the 111.2-proof whiskey would live up to the early hype.

Poured into a Glencairn, the nose offered aromas of dark fruit and baking spices, complemented by a deep copper hue in the glass. The first sip carried a hint of the proof, but it quickly gave way to rich notes of dark, sweet cherry. With subsequent sips came additional layers — dates, figs, and a gentle mix of cinnamon and spice on the finish. A subtle hint of sweet tobacco lingered in the background, while the mouthfeel proved creamy and pleasantly viscous.

The Rocky Patel A.L.R. Second Edition I chose for the pairing is no stranger to these Musings. Featuring a Mexican San Andrés wrapper, Honduran binder, and fillers from Honduras and Nicaragua, it delivers notes of coffee, espresso, and a dark fruit sweetness that complements the bourbon beautifully.

Together, the pairing was thoroughly enjoyable. The Barrell Cigar Blend melded seamlessly with the cigar’s sweet undertones. I’ve long appreciated Barrell's blends, and this release only reinforces the brand’s reputation. It seems others agree — within days of placing my order, the Cigar Blend had already sold out on Barrell’s website.

The tranquility of the spring evening was interrupted — twice — by the roar of the generator as brief power outages rolled through. A passing rainstorm, with its gusty winds, was likely to blame. The main supply lines to our neighborhood run along the edge of National Park Service land, where tree trimming is minimal, so these occasional blips come with the territory.

Even so, the evening remained a delight. The soft breeze drifting through the screened porch added to the sense of calm after a day of yard chores. A good bourbon and a fine cigar only made it better.

Cheers!

Irish Stew and Candlelight Mass for a Cool St. Patrick’s Day

Our St. Patrick’s Day celebrations took an unexpected turn this year. A short but powerful storm moved through Monday evening. Though it lasted less than 30 minutes, it was intense enough to knock out the power. Fortunately, our generator kicked on, keeping the inconvenience to a minimum. By morning, however, the outage persisted, with no estimated restoration time from the power company.

We learned that power was also out at our church — but of course, Mass was still being said. We headed over to celebrate our parish’s patronal feast. Mass by candlelight proved a quiet delight, though the after-Mass festivities were sadly canceled. Back at home, we made the most of it, enjoying Colleen’s homemade Irish soda bread with our morning coffee.

Thanks to the hardworking utility crews, power was restored by early afternoon — about 16 hours after it went out. After spending some time clearing storm debris around the house, I decided the weather wasn’t exactly inviting for a visit to the local brewery. That Red Ale can wait for another day.

Instead, we sat down early for our traditional Irish beef stew dinner, accompanied by more soda bread. The hearty mix of beef, potatoes, and carrots — made with Guinness Stout — was served with an extra scoop of mashed potatoes, a custom we happily adopted after our travels to the Emerald Isle.

I did manage a wee pour of Redbreast Irish Whiskey after dinner — a proper digestif ahead of the planned indulgence of bread and butter pudding with hot whiskey sauce.

Alas, no cigar this day. By late afternoon, the forecasted overnight snow had faded from the weather app, but I opted to enjoy my drink in the warmth of the living room instead of the cool porch.

Despite the rough start, the day unfolded much as it should — filled with good food, good drink, and proper observance of our saint.

The blustery weather also brought to mind past St. Patrick’s Day celebrations at the long-gone Blue & Gray Brewing. Fredericksburg’s St. Patrick’s — and Oktoberfest — haven’t quite been the same since those days when the festivities stretched across the entire weekend. More often than not, the weather was just as cold and damp then, though I suspect I was made of slightly hardier stock in those years.

Sláinte!

Mass, Music, and a Wee Dram: St. Patrick’s Day

Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhaoibh!

It’s that time of year when a saint revered by many — especially in the Irish Catholic community — is embraced by people of all backgrounds. As a Catholic of Irish descent, I can find little fault with people bettering themselves. :-)

This year, the feast day falls on a weekday — as odds usually have it. Another blessing of retirement is that doesn't much matter. 

I’m writing this before we begin our celebration — for good reason, probably. But I can confidently predict the schedule of events. For us, the day will begin with Mass, as it’s our parish’s patronal feast day. I’m told Mass will be followed by Irish music and treats in the parish hall. We typically avoid the pubs on this day. However, if the weather cooperates later in the afternoon, perhaps we'll head off to a local brewery for some Red Ale and more music.

I don't doubt I'll enjoy a wee pour or three of Irish Whiskey in the evening. In our house, there’s always homemade Irish Soda Bread and Irish Beef Stew (made with potatoes and served over mashed potatoes.) 

While you’re in the midst of your celebrations, I hope you’ll take a moment to think about the man behind the Feast Day. Whether you accept the traditions associated with St. Patrick’s life or not, there’s no denying the good he did. Some of the stories can’t be proven — but they can’t be disproven either.

Kidnapped as a young boy and sold into slavery in Ireland, Patrick grew to love the Irish people. Later in life — around the age of 60 — Saint Patrick returned to Ireland to teach and convert the people he had come to see as his own. Certainly that is worthy of our respect.

Our family has long had a devotion to St. Patrick. That admiration was made all the more tangible when we were blessed to make two pilgrimages to the Emerald Isle, in 2012 and again in 2019. During those visits I was reminded just how much the Irish love Patrick. Over there, he’s far more than just a marketing gimmick.

Each year it seems necessary to remind some people (and the marketing dweebs) that St. Patrick was a man — not a woman. His name is Patrick, which comes from the Irish, Pádraig. Shorten his name to Paddy if you truly must. But we do not, under any circumstances, celebrate “St. Patty’s Day.” Patty is short for Patricia — a lovely name, for  a woman, but not his.

Let’s all celebrate the memory of St. Patrick. Enjoy a toast or two and some good food. There’s nothing wrong with bringing a little revelry into the world; God knows we need it. I enjoy a good party as much as anyone and I can appreciate a good Irish drinking joke. Drink your green beer if you must. Dress up in silly clothes if it suits you. (But remember: St. Patrick was a man, not a leprechaun.)

Still, remember the reason for the feast. Take a moment to honor the man and all the good he did. In our house we'll raise a drink of uisce beatha — the water of life — and say a prayer in honor of St. Patrick and his beloved Ireland. These days, as Ireland navigates profound cultural shifts — from the rapid secularization of a once deeply Catholic nation, to the challenges brought by immigration and an evolving national identity — the people of Ireland could use St. Patrick’s courage and clarity more than ever.

All the children of Ireland cry out to thee:

Come, O Holy Patrick, and save us!