Cigar Stories from a Cigar Filled Mind
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Thursday, May 19, 2011 An old path with a Torano Virtuoso:
There is a path through the woods near my house that when I was young my father and I would walk to go hunting. The other day I took a Torano Cigars Virtuoso with me that I have had for some time. Nice and dark brown wrapper with hints of cocoa powder and wood to the leaf. Punch cutting it, I headed to the woods and it wasn't long before I saw the old trail. I stopped to torch up my cigar, being pleasantly greeted with pepper and cocoa powder, wood and a nice creamy texture. An inch in and the wood and cocoa powder were in the forefront but the pepper never slacked in letting you know its availability. I started down the old path that had not grown over but did show lack of use. This is a trail that my father taught me to hunt, and different trees, life and what it is to be trustworthy and a man of your word. Also on these walks were many laughs and adventures for a young boy. I remember we would stop and just talk, my father telling me of the battles of WWII in the Pacific he was in, of growing up with making due with what you had, and of times that seem so far away. Crossing an old branch I walked up an old slope where I found the old stumps that we use to sit on. Stopping there, I sat to think and remember much of what was said and while doing so was nearing the middle of my cigar which at this point was doing well in letting you know it had strength but not to the point of being over powering but extremely enjoyable. The grand flavors of creamy smoke that coated the mouth, with the cocoa powder and wood still remarkable complex in nature, black pepper that tingled the tongue and lips upon each draw, and in the background slight hints of earth and coffee beginning to show through. As I sat, I saw on the tree across the path the hash marks my father had carved into it each time we came this way. He told me when he was little, he lived not far from here, no light, just coal oil lanterns at night. How they grew what was needed and would take corn to the mill and have it ground on halves. How my grandmother would cook on a cast iron stove and use lard to bake with. Getting up, I started home. As I came off the old path, memories flooded my mind and thoughts of my father. Walking back to the house, i was finishing my cigar that had been been a very wonderful smoking experience, at the close the base flavors from the mid point still in action but with more dark roasted coffee and leather at the end. As I was opening the door of the house, my teenage daughter came home from school and a thought came to mind. She put her books in the house and walked with me down an old path, listening to stories about her grandfather, life, and even a few laughs.
If you like a cigar that packs flavor, give the Torano Virtuoso a try. You may even find a path to walk as you enjoy it.
G.C.
There is a path through the woods near my house that when I was young my father and I would walk to go hunting. The other day I took a Torano Cigars Virtuoso with me that I have had for some time. Nice and dark brown wrapper with hints of cocoa powder and wood to the leaf. Punch cutting it, I headed to the woods and it wasn't long before I saw the old trail. I stopped to torch up my cigar, being pleasantly greeted with pepper and cocoa powder, wood and a nice creamy texture. An inch in and the wood and cocoa powder were in the forefront but the pepper never slacked in letting you know its availability. I started down the old path that had not grown over but did show lack of use. This is a trail that my father taught me to hunt, and different trees, life and what it is to be trustworthy and a man of your word. Also on these walks were many laughs and adventures for a young boy. I remember we would stop and just talk, my father telling me of the battles of WWII in the Pacific he was in, of growing up with making due with what you had, and of times that seem so far away. Crossing an old branch I walked up an old slope where I found the old stumps that we use to sit on. Stopping there, I sat to think and remember much of what was said and while doing so was nearing the middle of my cigar which at this point was doing well in letting you know it had strength but not to the point of being over powering but extremely enjoyable. The grand flavors of creamy smoke that coated the mouth, with the cocoa powder and wood still remarkable complex in nature, black pepper that tingled the tongue and lips upon each draw, and in the background slight hints of earth and coffee beginning to show through. As I sat, I saw on the tree across the path the hash marks my father had carved into it each time we came this way. He told me when he was little, he lived not far from here, no light, just coal oil lanterns at night. How they grew what was needed and would take corn to the mill and have it ground on halves. How my grandmother would cook on a cast iron stove and use lard to bake with. Getting up, I started home. As I came off the old path, memories flooded my mind and thoughts of my father. Walking back to the house, i was finishing my cigar that had been been a very wonderful smoking experience, at the close the base flavors from the mid point still in action but with more dark roasted coffee and leather at the end. As I was opening the door of the house, my teenage daughter came home from school and a thought came to mind. She put her books in the house and walked with me down an old path, listening to stories about her grandfather, life, and even a few laughs.
If you like a cigar that packs flavor, give the Torano Virtuoso a try. You may even find a path to walk as you enjoy it.
G.C.
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