After a hard morning's mountain bike ride I was more than eager to sit down and sample something, anything. Goodness me I have looked forward to this day! I got out my book (Neal Cassady's letters), a glass of el cheapo port and... "the Trinidad". What a way to while away a Sunday afternoon... As the grand heresiarch had pre-supposed, my liking for this one was well founded. A beautiful sweet tobacco smell of the un-burnt leaf... smooth on the initial draw with delicate fruity overtones. Happily got through 2/3rds of it without noticing much of a difference (my poor ability to detect nuances perhaps? Or the burning of my nasal cavity?) but certainly detected something new after that point. What? Goodness me I'm not sure... the idea of a soft mulch came to mind most readily I suppose... still a faint air of sweetness, hunkered down beneath an earthen and mossy front.
It did not get too extreme towards the end either, (the port had kicked in by now) and finished off well. Would I do it again? Oh you bet your ass mister!!
Monday, May 23, 2011
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