True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
Take a deep inhale from a Romeo y Julieta Cuban cigar box in saint-seducing gold.
The smell is pure old-world romance. Even "cigar-box" as a note in fine Cabernet Sauvignon; I absolutely adore it.
And the names of Cuban cigars are romantic. Romeo y Julieta, Montecristo...
Where did the names come from? A clue is the lector (reader) stood on the factory floor and read from a novel to the the torcedores (cigar rollers) in the factory.
Apparently the names of the cigars are named after the torcedores' favourite stories. I believe it, but then I believe in romance to lift us from the humdrum everyday.
Link: official site of Habanos cigars
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