On All Hallow's Eve, it was so warm and still that I decided to take a stroll with a Bolivar Petit Corona and a glass of whisky (Benriach 20y.o. from a sample bottle). Tis a while ago now, but I do remember enjoying the signature leather-and-orange peel blend of el Bolivar, which melded seamlessly with the venerable highland dram. Although the cigar was still hefty in body, time had enriched and mellowed it nicely (this was from a box about 3yo I think).
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| I shared my smoke with someone's dressed up letterbox |
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| The sugary legs of a mature scotch and the wispy smoke of a well-aged Bolivar PC - a match made in heaven |
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| The sun's blessing warmed my glass |
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| I tried out an appropriately titled French detective novel whilst lying on the grass and staring out on the harbour |
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