Torrid heat of the last weeks was finished by torrential downpour. I had gotten soaked to the skin - nice cause to toss off a glass. There is even cigar room in the new bar in my urban district. I was wringing the shirt out and had droped in at the bar. - Would you like to order something? - waitress asked. - Jasmine tea and a glass of Armenian cognac. - Well... Excuse me, what cognac are you wish? Corvoisier? - Armenian one. - But there is no such a cognac as armenian one in the "Cognacs" section of our bar-list. - Wtf, let me see the bar-list - my own eyes had seen "Armenian Cognac" 5 years old... Over here. It is in the "Brandy" section, of course. It's brandy, but there is possible to write "cognac" in cyrillic. This one, please. The staff, who knows about "Armenian Cognac" is already funny. I got the cigar. "Romeo y Julieta" was in the tube, so rain can't wet it. I had bought this short churchill in "La casa del Habano" that evening. The cigar was in perfect condition. The bows was set as closely though glued in case of anybody would try to remove it. | After the heavy shower the perseption had gotten special keenness, but I don't felt neither grass-wood tones, no fruit-flower notes. The "Romeo y Julieta" smelled cuban cattleshed. Having drink jasmine tea and "Armenian cognac", I smoked unhurry, but the cigar had no intention of getting died out. The ash had peeled of before the very bow. The bows had passed after the ash. I had drawn several puffs more before the cigar had been out. Aftertest was scarcely perceptible, but the head was going round. I asked the desert card. There was still raining, when I walked out the bar, but there was already possible to reach the home. :) |
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