La Flor Dominicana Cabinet Oscuro: Ligero Before Noon

During a visit to Winchester, VA, I dropped into the John B. Hayes Tobacconist to enjoy a morning smoke. Lately, when I've visited this lounge, I’ve found myself lingering over the La Flor Dominicana section of the humidor cabinets. Despite the early hour, I was in the mood for something robust, so I grabbed a pair of La Flor Dominicana Ligero Cabinet Oscuro L-400s — one to enjoy on the spot, and one to take home.

The 5 ¾″ × 54 stick wears a very dark Ecuadorian Sumatra Oscuro wrapper, glistening with an oily sheen. The binder and filler are Dominican, including hearty ligero leaves grown at LFD’s La Canela farm. It had been a few years since I last smoked one of these, though it was once a favorite companion to a dark — often high-ABV — stout when visiting the now-fondly-remembered Olde Town Tobacconist Lounge at 1781 Brewing. This time, coffee was to provide accompaniment for the morning smoke.

The La Flor Dominicana Ligero Cabinet Oscuro starts off boldly, delivering a solid medium-to-full-bodied blast of flavor. Thick clouds of smoke pour forth, carrying notes of dark coffee with a touch of black pepper. As the cigar progresses, the profile deepens into an earthy, woody richness, underpinned by a subtle sweetness that keeps everything in balance. Though never harsh or excessively spicy, around the halfway point the ligero tobaccos begin to assert themselves. The strength is unmistakable — not overwhelming, and without ill effect — but certainly more noticeable in a morning smoke.

Unlike my last visit, the lounge this morning was busy and the shop keeper pulled out an extra chair to provide me a seat. After a week of the extreme cold dissuading me from smoking on the porch, the indoor smoke provided some welcome pleasure. 

Cheers!

A Great Lake of Beer: St. Brigid’s Feast Day

Today, February 1, is the Feast Day of St. Brigid of Ireland — a saint whose legacy is inseparable from both faith and tradition, and whose name is uniquely entwined with beer.

Our family has long held a particular affection for this great saint. In fact, Brigid is my lovely wife's Confirmation Saint. In Ireland, she is revered second only to St. Patrick in popularity.

St. Brigid Statue, Knock Shrine,
County Mayo, Ireland

According to legend, Brigid was once working in a leper colony when the community ran out of beer. In those days, beer was an important source of safe hydration and nourishment, so the shortage was no small matter. Brigid is said to have miraculously transformed her bathwater into beer to sustain the lepers and visiting clerics. In another miracle attributed to the saint, she provided beer to eighteen churches throughout an entire Easter season — all from a single barrel kept in her convent.

Brigid was inspired by the preaching of St. Patrick and, along with him, is recognized as a Patron Saint of Ireland. Throughout her life she was a fierce advocate for the poor. As a young woman she frequently gave away her family’s possessions to those in need, much to their frustration, until she was eventually permitted to enter religious life. Around 470 A.D., she founded Ireland’s first convent, which grew into one of the most important monastic centers in the country.

St. Brigid's Well, County Clare, Ireland

The historical details of St. Brigid’s life are difficult to separate from legend. Many accounts are woven together with miracles and elements of pre-Christian Irish folklore. Even so, her influence is undeniable, and she remains one of the most important figures in Celtic and Irish history.

One prayer attributed to St. Brigid begins, “I’d like a great lake of beer for the King of Kings. I would like to be watching Heaven’s family drinking it through all eternity.” A worthy wish indeed.

St. Patrick and St. Brigid,
The Black Abbey, Kilkenny, Ireland

Today, we’ll raise a toast to St. Brigid — her generosity, her compassion, and her enduring place in Irish tradition. Here’s hoping we all someday glimpse that great lake.

St. Brigid, Ora Pro Nobis!

The Saddest Sound a Humidor Makes

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

The Oliva Serie V Melanio is very much one of those favorites. I almost always keep a box — or at least one of the Serie V variations — tucked away in the humidor. It’s a reliable, versatile smoke that seems to fit just about any occasion, whether paired with a drink or enjoyed on its own. So it was with some disappointment that, while perusing the humidor inventory recently, I discovered I was down to my very last Melanio.

All is not lost, of course. Sitting nearby is an almost full box of the Oliva Serie V 135th Anniversary, a worthy and celebratory cousin that softens the blow considerably. Still, there’s something about seeing that final Melanio resting alone that feels like a small ending.

Nonetheless, I suppose the solution is obvious — and inevitable. Another box of Serie V will be finding its way into the humidor soon enough.

Cheers!

Crowned Heads La Imperiosa on a Teasing Warm Night

As so often happens, the weather turned unseasonably warm in the days before an “historic” storm was predicted. That brief tease of warmth provided the inspiration for a warm-ish sip and smoke on the porch. Looking over the Cigar of the Month drawer in the humidor, I spied a Crowned Heads La Imperiosa. Received at the beginning of November, the cigar had been resting for about ten weeks — enough time to settle in.

Sporting an Ecuadorian Habano Oscuro wrapper, the cigar presents a rustic appearance, with visible veining throughout the roll. A Nicaraguan binder and fillers hint at a bold smoking experience from the 6 3/8 x 50 “Double Robusto” vitola.

When the cigar opened with a firm kick of pepper and spice, I suspected my bourbon selection — Maker’s Mark Wood Finishing Series BRT-01 — would be a fitting companion. Leather, dark chocolate, and espresso dominated much of the cigar’s length, while wood char, dried nuts, and a subtle sweetness emerged toward the second half of the smoking time.

The Maker’s Mark BRT-01 was released in 2022 as part of the distillery’s Wood Finishing Series. A cask-strength Maker’s Mark base was finished with ten virgin toasted American oak staves in a secondary barrel and bottled at 109.4 proof.

Baking spices and caramel greeted the nose upon pouring — and lingered while setting up the requisite photo. Warm notes of cinnamon and vanilla coated the palate, followed by lingering fruit and spice that put an exclamation point on the sip. After a few moments enjoying the cigar and whiskey pairing, I added a few drops of water to the glass. This opened up brighter fruit sweetness while muting the spice, resulting in a better-tuned balance with the cigar’s subtle sweetness and wood.

The Crowned Heads La Imperiosa Double Robusto delivered an enjoyable two-hour smoke as I sipped the bourbon, listened to music, and contemplated the colder evening smokes waiting just ahead.

Cheers!

Hermanos de Armas Descending Shadows — Notes from a Late Evening

I picked up a selection of cigars from Hermanos de Armas back in June of 2025. I’ve smoked several of them over time, but — with one lone exception — haven’t mentioned them here. That omission is due solely to a lack of effort on my part, not any shortcoming in the cigars themselves. Often, I enjoy a cigar without feeling compelled to “put pen to paper.” In that same vein, this essay sat for a week before I finally got around to putting the finishing touches on it.

On a recent evening, I fired up a Hermanos de Armas Descending Shadows. After eight months of rest in the humidor, it was more than ready to be lit. The 6 x 54 Toro is wrapped in a glistening Ecuadorian Sun Grown wrapper, with Nicaraguan binder and filler. The cigar is smooth, evenly rolled, and nearly seamless. Hermanos de Armas cigars are produced at the Oveja Negra factory in Nicaragua — the same factory behind Black Label Trading Company and Black Works Studio.

A solid medium-to-full-bodied smoke, Descending Shadows opens with earth and spice. As the cigar develops, notes of brown sugar, black coffee, and dark chocolate begin to emerge. An undercurrent of sweetness runs throughout the experience, keeping the darker flavors in balance. The burn was even from start to finish, and the well-constructed cigar produced plentiful clouds of flavorful smoke.

As it happened, we had plans for a late night watching the College Football Playoffs, so I opted for a cup of dark, hot coffee with my pre-game cigar. The coffee had a subtle mocha note, which proved to be an excellent complement to the smoke. Still, I very much look forward to enjoying another Hermanos de Armas Descending Shadows paired with a rich, sweet bourbon in the future.

Cheers!

When the Sun Lies: An Afternoon at the Cigar Lounge

I don’t mind sitting with a heater on the enclosed porch on a cool evening to enjoy a cigar. Sitting there with a heater running while the sun is shining in the afternoon, however, generally doesn’t excite me. Maybe my brain automatically equates sunshine with warmth and refuses to accept cold but bright days. To work around that disconnect, I headed back to Hogshead Cigar Lounge this week for an afternoon smoke.

For the occasion, I lit up a My Father Blue in the Toro vitola. I’ve smoked several of the Blues in Robusto and always enjoyed them, but a visit to the lounge calls for a longer, more leisurely cigar.

My Father Blue is something of a milestone for the brand, as it’s the first My Father cigar made in Honduras, and it has already found its way onto a number of “Top 25” lists. The Toro is a 6 x 54 box-pressed cigar wrapped in a dark, reddish Connecticut Broadleaf Rosado, with Honduran Corojo and Criollo tobaccos from the García family’s own Finca La Opulencia farm making up the binder and filler. After years of producing everything in Estelí, the García family opened a new factory in Honduras in 2024, finally putting that long-cultivated tobacco to use.

Flavor-wise, the cigar comes out swinging with cocoa and cedar, backed by a gentle sweetness and plenty of richness from the first draw. As the smoke develops, notes of espresso and roasted coffee join in, but the overall profile remains steady and satisfying all the way to the finish.

After roughly a 90-plus-minute smoke — though I wasn’t watching the clock — the cigar burned down to a warm nub, and it was time to head home. The flavorful cigar, the warmth of the lounge, and the easy conversations with fellow smokers all combined to make for a thoroughly pleasant afternoon.

Now, with the first major winter storm of the season apparently on the way, it’s time to make sure the propane heaters are topped off for some cold-evening smokes on the porch.

Cheers!

A Pour Too Cold

My disdain for the frosted beer mug, in most situations, is no secret. Recently, however, I encountered its lesser-known but equally misguided cousin: the frosted whiskey glass.

We were enjoying beer and pizza at a restaurant in Blacksburg, Virginia. The place also boasts a large and surprisingly interesting whiskey menu, with prices that are remarkably budget-friendly. I decided to order a pour of E.H. Taylor Small Batch. When I made my request, the server asked, “On ice, or on the rocks?”

My mind went blank for a second before I replied, “No ice. In either form.” He laughed, realizing his slip, and confirmed my request.

When the pour arrived, I could only stare in amazement.

The glass was neither on ice nor on the rocks — the glass itself was frosted, rimmed with ice on the outside.

After wiping it down and letting it warm, the bourbon was, thankfully, quite enjoyable. In hindsight, the bar menu does feature a wide assortment of “shooters,” so perhaps, in their world, all whiskey is meant to be consumed quickly — and cold, like a shot.

Still, good bourbons deserve better than a deep freeze.

Cheers!

A Good Day for an Indoor Smoke

It had been a while since I spent time at my local cigar lounge. I’d often intended to head over to Hogshead Cigar Lounge for some indoor smoking pleasure, but, if we’re being honest, convenience often won out. Why drive when I can simply step onto my enclosed porch and enjoy a cigar? Still, the simple luxury of smoking indoors — with other cigar lovers — is worth the extra effort now and then.

When I rolled in one early afternoon this week, a few patrons were already settled in with their smokes, even if the angle of the photo failed to capture them. Before long, the lounge filled and the room buzzed with lively conversation.

Since it had been a while since my last visit, I made a few leisurely circuits of the humidor before settling on an Aganorsa Leaf Supreme Leaf Toro. This Nicaraguan puro features a Corojo ’99 wrapper over binder and filler tobaccos also grown in Nicaragua. The 6 x 52 cigar had a satisfying heft without feeling over-packed, and the draw was spot on.

It opened with a touch of pepper, though the spice stayed on the milder side. As the cigar settled in, a pleasant sweet woodiness emerged, supported by abundant smoke production that only enhanced the full-flavored experience.

The Supreme Leaf delivered nearly two hours of relaxed smoking. When I finally stepped outside, the cold felt noticeably sharper than it had when I arrived. Sitting in my car as the wind rocked it gently, I was reminded just how welcome the warmth and comfort of indoor cigar smoking can be in the heart of winter.

Cheers!