We were headed up river, the same direction as Kurtz. Okay, I know that for most of us, that would mean a trip up the Mekong, but this is Conrad’s Kurtz, not Coppola’s. There are moments in your life when you look back and think, perhaps that would have been the time for a good cigar.

Bit over thirty years ago I did the big backpacker thing for the best part of a year – mostly Africa and parts of Asia. In those days, I had about one cigar a year and I remember I took one on that trip (it spent seven months in my backpack before I smoked it at a group final dinner in Kathmandu – no prizes for guessing what a shocker it must have been).

With all the house/Covid/life crap going on (and yes, so many people so much worse off than I am), I decided I needed an afternoon outside with a good cigar and a drink. Work stuff delayed this and so the big cigar planned was reduced, and I opted for a CoRo for this Kenfessions. Matched it with a Stanton & Killeen Rare Muscat. Take me now lord, that is such a monumentally…