Bolivar Coronas Juniors Cigar Review (Unreleased Episode)

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• published: 26 Sep 2015
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***From the "lost" archives of Dr. Joe's cigar reviews - the basement tapes if you will - come unreleased episodes that never quite made it to the Show for one reason or another. They are somewhat raw, not professionally edited by any means, before the time of professional lighting, sound gear and so on - yet they still hold valuable information and subjective insight into cigars that many of us are interested in. And hey, let's face it - even without the fancy camera work, the episodes are more than watchable. I hope it holds you over until "season III" continues.*** Subscribers, Fans, Followers, Friends, Smokers, Collectors, Enthusiasts and Aficionados - first allow me to express my sincerest apologies for being offline for the most part for the past 5 weeks or so. In one way, I feel (and I'm sure anyone who is aware of the time and effort that goes into creating videos like the most recent ones we've been airing, would certainly agree) that like anyone else, I deserve a short break - a summer vacation if you will... Well, that would be one excuse, but I must say that a "vacation," was never my intent and I did not plan to take any sort of break until the winter; as I usually do between "seasons" of the show. Well, this is just another perfect example of how the best laid plans... Oh, you get the idea! There should have been episodes weekly or at least biweekly and there weren't. For the few fans out there who seemed to truly express a certain amount of worry and concern, it's people like you who keep me going. I appreciate your care and trust me - it really does help push me on, because while my passion for the show has grown nearly as deep as my passion for cigars, hard work is, after all, hard work. The long short of it is, I got sick. Very sick. I contracted some kind of awful sinus infection that required no less than two weeks of some really heavy duty antibiotics - I mean shit that could have prevented the Bubonic Plague. I was feeling worse and worse over the course of a week or so until I finally dragged myself (actually by then a friend had to drag me) over to the doctor. Seriously - I couldn't even walk. Prior to that, I thought it was some dinky little cold that wasn't even in the "grown men are allowed to bitch about this," category. A class one out of ten. Stuffed nose, hacking up nasty crap (which I never attribute to cigar smoking since one generally does not inhale cigar smoke and it is therefore preposterous to claim that one may be "coughing up flem is due to smoking cigars..." The fourth day, the headaches started. Well, they were headaches by definition. By that afternoon, geez, how can I describe it... It was akin to someone dropping an anvil on my head from ten stories up, but somehow, I survived the crushing blow - only to feel it happen all over again in thirty seconds or so... Ah - here we go: In order to wrap your head around the kind of pain I'm talking about, imagine, should you not mind doing this little mental exercise (be warned - some may consider this fairly graphic) that someone (someone big - I mean at least pro-wrestling big) hit you square on the front of the right side of your forehead, an inch or so above your eye, with a pick-ax at 75 miles an hour - a horizontal swing like a baseball bat (except this has to be a pick ax - the pain incurred from taking a blow from a good old fashioned slugger is simply too dull a kind of pain; we're looking to describe a pain that is both sharp and crushing, jolting and... Well, I'm sure by now you get the idea. And that of course was just the onset of my "sinus infection." More like, "chisel stuck in your fucking head through your eye and ear simultaneously. After of 3 weeks of medicine, recuperating and half the world's supply of Advil, I started - only started - to feel better. Oh, who the hell am I kidding. I still felt like I'd been run over by a truck on pavement made of broken beer bottles - except, there was no end in site. No, well, you know... death. I mean, please don't get me wrong. I by no means whatsoever wish to die any time soon but, on the other hand, there is only so much pain a man can take. Even a man with a severely high tolerance for pain has his (as the great Mr. Eastwood would say) "limitations." And this, I assure you, was pain; pain of the mid-evil torture sort - straight from the fucking dark ages. The rack, thumbscrews, the "pear of anguish..." (if you don't know, you're better off not. Trust me - once you do know, you'll have lost any semblance of respect you may have had for our ancestors, and quite possibly your own purity). And that's that. That's where I was and why episodes had to be put on hold. I apologize to those who were worried - and even to those who were annoyed... Yeah - imagine that! I'm laid up like a dying plague victim and people are "annoyed," that the show is on hold...Anyway, thank you all. 3.2k subs and climbing - even while I was away! You're awesome! Keep on Smokin'!