Remarkably, doubtless due to advancing years, and a severe adiction to Call The Midwife, I find myself thinking This is a damnably fine cigar the Commander has sent from Monaco, I shall punt a review over to Cgars. Only to find that I reviewed same exactly one year ago! Well, friends, its a good review and I stand by it. But there is detail to to add! Oh yes.
Back in the days when Walkabout was made, everything was more fluid. The outback was lawless. But some of us held personal standards of taste and propriety above jurisprudence, or imprudence. My film company was a place of freedom and safety. Anyone who thought to take advantage of a beautiful young actress, like Jenny; or worse, a handsome young actor... would feel that sharp rebuke of my voice, and if that failed, the cold muzzle of my Webley. But I digress: it was the scents of those nights, deep in the bush; deep in the darkest reaches of that awful continent, that I remember so clearly to this day: the aroma of camp fires, of ritual singing and dancing, of the pure intimacy of life in the bush. The intense heat, the long nights of deepest darkness and love more scented and felt than seen.
It is that that the Upmann Añejados evokes: a quality of being; an intimacy between lovers, a scented evening that must end too soon; an era that may never be recovered. Yet it is here, in the ethos of this cigar: something almost lost; an essence... Oh, Jenny!