Toddy Hour was always a big thing for me growing up in
Memphis and Milan. My grandfather used
to come in from work as a traveling shoe salesman and have his evening toddy
while dinner was cooking.
Toddy time was sacred in our household and revered. Along with his bourbon and branch were
various snacks and my taste buds developed along those lines. Memphis cuisine was also developing with some
firm roots in the South! I loved it….
Indoor or outdoor, this was a time for the homemaker to show
off her wares to all the neighbors. No
holding back on even the place settings for this seemingly casual daily event.
As I grew up, I began hanging out in the kitchen and
learning the tools of the trade. The Lobster, Filet Mignon, Bone in Sirloins,
Shrimp, BBQ of all sorts, Casseroles and Petit Fours. And my Grandad, with his predominate Cigar.
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In November 1976, the first week, I called Marine Corps
recruiter about wanting to enlist after I had been out partying for a long day.
I made the appointment for 6 AM in the morning and promptly passed out.
At some ungodly hour of the morning (6:00 AM), there was a
pounding on my front door, and I crawled out of bed and opened the door and
there was a Marine in summer class C dress blues with spit shined shoes saying,
“I am here to pick you up to take the test”. I had to shake my head and
remember what I had done last night. “Looks like I need to get dressed and
really quick, Sir!” He laughed.
Well, I ran to the shower and jumped in. I didn’t care the
water was cold as I didn’t want to mess this up. When I got dressed two minutes
later, we ran downstairs and into the van and it was off to Downtown Memphis
for the ASVAB test. I took the test with hangover held high and after the free
lunch, I fell asleep in the chair at the recruiting office. The Sgt. came back
and woke me up to tell me the test results for back. He had this look on his
face of concern and that made me concerned. Did I flunk the test? He fiddled
with some papers and looked up at me and said, “Mr. Douglas, you have scored
the highest I have ever seen on this test. You have a choice of anything you
would like to go into in the Marine Corps.” I said, “Well, I have always wanted
to be in the Marine Corps band and that’s what I would like to do.”
What I learned from this period of my life is to be prepared
to walk through the gates when they open up to me. Test the waters and see if it is what I need
or if it is a repeat of something I have already done. I do not like becoming
stale in my approach to living and make each day an adventure
In 1976, I met someone as a young Marine fresh out of boot
camp, another Marine that opened my spirit and soul to a world of compassion,
self- discipline where Puritanical Ideas became obsolete and a spiritual awakening
that was over whelming happened! The exploration of the pain/pleasure paradox
is a continuous adventure.
As a cigar boy, good times, good drinks, good cigars and
good food go together. A cigar man is the one that takes the time to enjoy a
very full life and takes the time to enjoy a good cigar. In a hectic world, it seems necessary to have
that time to relax and enjoy camaraderie or solitude.
To lite up that roll of leaf is to say, “Screw the world,
it’s MY time” and dare anyone to take that away.
Living an Aficionado life is gorging on every aspect of
living and challenging staid societal norms, perhaps rendering them asunder.
Gearing up in leather or denim is part of the process with
the final putting on of the leather gloves to absorb that fantastic cigar
smoke, is erotic and sensual.
Lighting the chosen stick means I am taking the time to
enjoy and relax. In todays world, that
says something about the person.
Regional gastronomy also comes into play with the enjoyment of the
stick.
The famous Casa Blanca cigar is a mellow handmade smoke that
has been pleasing cigar enthusiasts for decades, thanks to its quality,
consistency, and affordable price.
Hailing from Santiago, Dominican Republic, these
mild-to-medium-bodied cigars will provide you with a refined consistency
normally found on much more expensive smokes.
The series has a
silky Connecticut broadleaf/shade and has a smooth, creamy, nutty taste, while
the maduro variety features a dark broadleaf wrapper that adds a little more of
a spicy kick to the blend.
The 60 ring Magnum was my first venture into the big ring
cigars during a Marine Corps Birthday Ball in Iwakuni, Japan. By the way, this cigar series pairs well with
Ribeye Steaks and a robust Burgundy.
That was on the menu that night and a lot of Tequila!
As a cigar boy, good times, good drinks, good cigars and
good food go together. A cigar man is the one that takes the time to enjoy a
very full life and takes the time to enjoy a good cigar. In a hectic world, it seems necessary to have
that time to relax and enjoy camaraderie or solitude.
To lite up that roll of leaf is to say, “Screw the world,
it’s MY time” and dare anyone to take that away.
Today, I follow in those traditions as a homemaker/houseboy
and relish the time I spend in the scullery concocting charismatic culinary
adventures. I commenced my migration to Cigars as a young Marine and I proudly
carry that inheritance forward!
Take time for a Casa Blanca today!
The 60 ring Magnum was my first venture into the big ring
cigars during a Marine Corps Birthday Ball in Iwakuni, Japan. By the way, this
cigar series pairs well with Ribeye Steaks and a robust Burgundy. That was on
the menu that night and a lot of Tequila!
As a cigar boy, good times, good drinks, good cigars and
good food go together. A cigar man is the one that takes the time to enjoy a
very full life and takes the time to enjoy a good cigar. In a hectic world, it
seems necessary to have that time to relax and enjoy camaraderie or
solitude.
To lite up that roll of leaf is to say, “Screw the world,
it’s MY time” and dare anyone to take that away.
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