Arturo Fuente Short Story

I love perfectos. Holding one in the hand is quite exciting. A good rolled perfecto is a good indication of how much a manufacturer cares for their cigars.

Upon getting a box of the Short Story I quickly noticed how beautiful the box looked. Fresh from the box I noticed the cigar weren't dry quite suprising since the box went through more than 20 days of postal nightmare.

The Humidipak that came with it does work no doubt about that. It was a long day and after a naan and tandoori dinner I light up the Short Story.

The Cameroon wrapper was toothy well uniformed end to end. I'm not at all suprise it is afterall a Fuente. I expect no less.

Once underway it's fun, yes fun to see how the burn evolves. The aroma was quite aromatic, sharp but very pleasant of cedar and coal. The cigar starts of cinnamon and chalk. Halfway a bit of tea is sensed, a bit grassy but quite bold and well rounded. It was consistent throughout, and light cedar ended the cigar.

A perfect cigar to end a long day when time is well....short.

Wear your seatbelt

Tonight he'll take it slow, letting the accelarator go as he comes in into the corner.

The car skidded all the way through the 3 lanes from right to left. Amazing with so much of space and trying to find traction the car just wouldn't stick and there we are heading straight to the divider.

All that 3 lanes I was thinking we'll make it, this is not the first time anyway that the car has skidded but after the last stretch I was ready for impact. Once car has touched concrete blood was oozing from my right hand, my head bumped on to the roof of the car with my shoulder hitting the passenger's seat. I pratically flew in front. My brother the driver got his face smacked blue black on the sterring wheel. His girlfriend has slight wrist injuries only to have her top smeared with my blood. When we finally came out of the car I really thought I was really dying, if there is anything near to death that was it. My head was tripping with dizziness, my leg was numbed as hell and my blood was everywhere and I simply do not know where it came from. I was walking like a man on a high and felt like blacking out. The thing about suffering from shock is you are totally exahausted and dehydrated.

I was in a confused state, I was spitting a bit to get some taste going in my mouth. Numbness is so dominant I need somebody to help me walk to another car which took us to the clinic.

The next day I spent much of my day drinking Isotonic drinks and plain water to recover some of the dehydration. Shit, what a weekend. I called my girlfriend to grab my Opus X Petit Lancero from the humidor which I have saved for my birthday come November. I thougt what the heck, afterall I almost died yesterday.

Lit up the beauty and thought to myself how good the cigar is and how being alive is not too bad either.

Wear your seatbelts folks.