I did get enough in though the week before to have a #cigarSunday on the road again in London Ont.
All of the traditions of #cigarSunday were met, there was a new beverage to try with a repeat cigar, there was a pool present for the appropriate photo op, and enough space on my phone to take more then enough selfie's of me smoking a cigar then really anyone should have.
I would love to be the person to find my phone if I ever lose my phone. You would def know this guy is a problem, he likes to take photos of food (part of the decline of humanity), staged pictures of cigars and alcohol( who does that), and many, many, many pictures of himself with every person and/or inanimate object that happens to cross his path(i have a thing for climbing statues), what a weirdo.
You may also ask what is with the masks in the picture, well there was a masquerade ball for Western students, I did not try to crash that party, but perhaps, maybe, my traveling companion, might have tried to take the opportunity to meet some new people. #makingfriends He only met two large tuxedo'd attendees that barred the entrance. Poor fella.
So this week, I brought my cigar with me as an online search showed the closest cigar store to the hotel to be quite a distance away. However the closest purveyor of spirits was not too far, according to google maps. Oh google maps, you are so full of lies.
But you google maps are not the only one at fault here for our approximate 5k walk in multiple directions I also blame our ill informed cab driver that sent us on a wild goose chase in the wrong direction. As a representative of the city that you are driving in you should know the following, and in no particular order:
1. Closest Liquor store
2. Closest pharmacy or shopping market
3. Best restaurants for various types of food
4. Best hang out pub
5. Best late night spot
6. Unique and insightful commentary about local events, weather and politics.
Our cab driver was about 5/6 on the list so it gave us a false sense of security around his directions around the closest LCBO. To be fair there was an LCBO in the direction he sent us, but the distance was WAAAAAY off.
So after about walking a km and half we let 'Siri take the wheel' (this was the first title of that now famous song, but copywrite strikes again) and about faced and walked to another store.
This was not a bad way to spend the day, it was a beautiful sunny day, the six lanes of traffic beside the sidewalk was humming this way and that, we got to meet a couple of characters like the Mac's Milk clerk that was also distance challenged, and the no teeth on a bike guy that ensured us we were getting closer.
Finally we made it. The not so promised land.
I was pretty disappointed with the selection of spirits at this LCBO. The scotch and whiskey section were pretty bare and it took me a long time to pick because the selections were so limited, but I eventually settled on a Gibson Finest Rare Canadian Whiskey.
Price point was decent, color looked great and I cant recall having had Gibson anything before.
Not gonna pretend, we totally called a cab to take us back to the hotel......and it was glorious.
We laughed, we reminisced about on teeth bike guy, and all was forgiven of the uninformed distance cab driver and mac's milk clerk.
One little sleep away from Sunday.
I got my last run for the week in on Sunday morning, had some board meetings in the morning and afternoon, a lovely dinner with some old friends and then later that night it was time for #cigarSunday London style.
Okay that sounds way more hype then what it actually was, which was me smoking my cigar and hiding my beverage, sitting on a rock 10ft from the hotel door in a light drizzle, but I felt like a king.
The cigar was the Romeo Y Julietta Churchill ( 2/3) that i have and it too lived up to the review of the first one. I wont go too much into it but it has a fantastic flavor, burn, and holds its ash quite well.
The notes on the Gibson are:
Rich golden amber colour; sweet toffee, toasty oak and vanilla with a hint of black licorice; very smooth on the palate with sweet vanilla notes.
I def got the oak, and maybe a hint of vanilla, but did not fine it very smooth with and without ice. It paired okay with the cigar, they didnt fight against each other like i have had with some stronger variations but the Gibsons really didnt hold up. A peaty scotch would have been a better fit or a whiskey with more guts.
I didnt take the bottle back with me, and it was really the only drink i had out of it all week. Luckily our east coast hospitality came shining through and others enjoyed the Gibsons more then I did. Maybe the 18yr old might have a better flavor, and i will give it a go sometime down the road, but i dont think i will be adding this one to the collection anytime soon.
Kind of a wha-wha review, but i calls em, like i taste em.
Hopefully I will get enough work outs in this week for #cigarSunday, not having one this past Sunday was weird.
Maybe, just maybe, it will stop raining long enough in Nova Scotia to sit out on the deck without my Mario umbrella and enjoy it.
Viva La Summer