With Scorpion, Camacho promised a very affordable cigar – but one that still smoked with their patented spicy sting. Will this CT robusto live up to expectations? Our review panel reveals all, in our Camacho Scorpion Connecticut cigar review…
Rekindling an Old Friendship Over Cigars
Between the economy and my third kid on the way, it’s getting harder and harder to justify a night out at the bar. But when an old friend calls you up out of the blue and wants to get together for drinks on a weeknight, what else is there to do?
My buddy is in a similar position as I am: Married working man with a couple kids and a mortgage. Neither of us is in a position to be throwing money around on drinks. Moreover, it’s been tough to get together, given our schedules and the hours that separate us.
First of all, the economics are staggering. For the tap price of a domestic pint, I can enjoy a couple microbrews. Instead of an average craft beer, I can dip into some esoteric Belgian beers, or a few fingers of single malt scotch or barrel-aged rum.
Add to that my man cave’s utter lack of macho assholes and drink-grubbing girls bedecked in hot pants and tube tops, and you’ve got a rough idea of why I mostly pass on the bar these days. What’s more, cigars are encouraged, not banned, in my man cave.
But the real kicker is the atmosphere. I don’t know about you, but whether I’m catching up with old friends or goofing off with new ones, I enjoy not having to ask them to repeat themselves ad nauseum. My man cave not only features great music that I enjoy, but played at an enjoyable volume.
So you can keep your aggro patronage, your overpriced drinks, and your cigarette deck. I think I’ll stick with hanging out in my man cave with great company, music I enjoy, a selection of beers and liquors tailored to my liking, and all the cigars I feel like smoking.