1959 Pre-Embargo Montecristo No. 1
1,626 Words. 6 Minute Read.
I’ll try to explain this to non-cigar people because cigar guys know what I’m talking about. If this cigar were an automobile, it’d be a 1963 Ferrari 250 GTO, and if it were a watch, it would be a 1941 Patek Philippe Ref. 1518—which is to say it’s rare and unequivocally at the top of its game.
Meeting Your Heroes
535 Words. 2 Minute Read.
You can throw all that “don’t meet your heroes” bullshit out the window. This home is EXACTLY what it looks like in Wes Anderson’s magnum opus. Even though you know Margot, Richie, and Chas don’t live there, you can’t help but hope to see Pagoda step outside in his pink trousers. I even looked up to see if Mordecai was flying around.
43,000,000,000,000,000,000 Emotions
358 Words. 1 Minute Read.
When I’m down and out, Thompson rearranges my emotions faster than a world champion Rubik's Cube “athlete.” Out of a possible forty-three quintillion emotional combinations on my Cube, with fear, hopelessness, resentment, greed, and confusion splitting top bill, the doctor flips me back into shape in the span of two pages.
Conclaves with a NYC Poet
511 Words. 2 Minute Read.
In it sat a man in his 60s: unattached and effortlessly stylish. He wore a wrinkled linen suit, a cotton neckerchief, and loafers sans socks. His glasses were dark and thick, framing a symmetrical, weathered face. I saw scads of stylish men in New York, but this Lower East Side poet was sprezzatura incarnate.
Joni & Jackson Hole
347 Words. 1 Minute Read.
The cabin next to mine was full of girls from northern California who were whitewater guides. I was in awe of them. They were beautiful, athletic, and had a way of living life that was different from anything I had seen in Georgia.