Received as part of 2020 SnS Member Kit
Background
I explained how these cigars came about in earlier installments of this series. Please feel free to check them out…
The wrapper on this stick was a golden brown that looked as much like the Habano found on the Brown Label Reserva line (Reserva sw, J21, etc) as anything else. It smelled of cedar mostly with a little hay and earth in the mix. The foot off the cigar had more wood with earth.
Notes
I’m breaking a little with the tradition I’ve made surrounding these SnS member sticks. Usually I fire one up with a favorite libation, but today it’s just the cigar as I sit on the front porch at my parents’ house. After ten months of some pretty serious illness my mom died last Monday morning and we buried her on Thursday. As I lit this cigar her sisters, along with my wife and sister-in-law are going through a bunch of stuff my mom collected over the yeas while my dad just sits on the porch with me.
It’s been a tough, sad week that felt like it would never end at times…and felt like it was flying by way to fast to appreciate the gravity of at other times. It’s good to be able to slow down and feel the moment. To remember her and share that memory with others.
On Thursday, eight of the best friends I could ever ask for came to carry my mom’s coffin, and in doing so they carried me, as well. I met every one of those guys through smoking cigars and they have grown as close as brothers to me. I wouldn’t ever trade a single one of them.
The illness was long enough for us to find and reconnect with my brother and his wife, who had both seemed lost to the family. My brother was able to visit with her just after Christmas and my sister-in-law moved out to Tennessee to help take care of mom during her last month. And in another month or so my brother will be moving here to be with her and they will be living with dad so he doesn’t feel lonely.
So I smoke this SnS 2020 #5 for mom today. We are all sinners…some of us become saints…and even then we’re still sinners deep down. I believe Oscar Wilde said, “Every saint has got a past, but every sinner has a future.”
