BOO-FUCKIN'-YAH Y'ALL! Bobo the cigar smoking Bulldogg's back! Seeing as how my owner's a discple de-la Joey Ratz, he decided that since he was gonna give up stogies for Lent, I should too. The nerve, I would just bark and bark every night, but to no avail... he never once put a stogie in my kennel! Guess I shouldn't bitch too much, at least he still but the food in my bowl! On Easter morning, Jesus rolled back the stone from the tomb, and Bobo rolled back his humidor lid!
At any rate, let's get back to what's important -- me smoking cigars! I got things started with the new Davidoff 100 year Diademas Finas. What a nice smoke! I lit the teat in the breezy morning air, and that thing burnt even the whole way down. It built in the middle, mellowed down again, and picked up a bit of pizzaz as my whiskers started to singe. It was a really nice smoke: $23 nice?... you decide. That night I kicked it up with a Padron '64 Torpedo Maduro--nuff said!
The next day I smoked what would be the first of many of Litto's cigars, a Ligero Cabinet 200. Teeming with flava, a great lil' smoke! That night I had an LE 05. Hot Damn! it had been a while since I had that beaut! It is the equivalent to a fine slice of prime rib! Lush, chewy smoke, smooth as butter! Loads of flava! Damn near beats lockin' my gonads in on the poodle next door!
I followed that up with 2 more of Litto's offerings: a DL 660 and a Ligero Cabinet 500 during poker night at Cassius Coolidge's. Both of 'em were polar opposites of dog rockets! The week was rounded out a Cuesta Ray Centro Fino, and a Ligero Cabinet 300.
But Sunday, April 22nd was a day that will go down in the Bobo cigar annals like LeBron's trip-dub went down in Elias' stat book the day before. After stuffing my face with a hearty lunch, I lit up one of Litto's Double Ligero Churchill Especiales Pigtails, and boy oh boy, what a cigar! By no means does this cigar lurch out as the best of the previous list...but it was. Not to double SHAT-eau on my favorite Avos, but the cigar gods aligned all on this one. Maybe it was the meal, maybe it was sticking my face outta my owner's car window during a post-meal ride-along, maybe it was bagging that poodle, or some combo of the three, but on that day, that cigar was it! Strong, but smooth -- mellow, but powerful -- it defied all description. I'd hate to be the boys at CA and have to try to describe this with all their bogus words: orange peel; rose petal; leather; smacked by red meat; mushrooms (what the hell are they describing anyways, the screenplay for Broke-butt Montain?!?). This cigar can be summed up in one word: great! That cigar had a commitment to pleasing the smoker the way David Glass has a commitment to losing! Hot Damn!
Well, kiddos, the kennel's a callin'! Off to the kennel...gonna put on some Tu Jacque La Flor and just chill. Ciao turds!!!!!