Tho doomed from the start to fall far short of His Excellency Sir. Dog Rockets decreed, sorry...Royal Decree 30 days of singles. Failing to even achieve the minimum one a single each day.Getting in this: La a Perla Habana Wide...5.5x62. Courtesy of Kayla. She sent this cigar all unawares of my diminitive and sadly frail self. As expected this Torpedo (well named) puts out clouds of smoke as soon as lit. Fortunately it's neither a nicotine bomb or of powerhouse strength, perhaps a mild/medium ? Did not mention it puts out a great deal of smoke? Luckily a fan helps and I'm able see the screen. With my Groundhawg urging me, in his weirdly light tenor voice to "Press on,press on the shore is but o'er the horizon." He does have a rather quirky turn of phrase oft times.I continue. Luckily a bowl of Guiness has silenced Groudhawg's Falsetto voice for the nounce I'm able to better appreciate the smoking experience this La Perla Habana affords.Ah,Groundhawg is off now to sleep,perchance to dream of...no best leave that alone.I have tried, Sir. Dog Rockets, I have given my best to be in compliane with your Loyal decree, so beg your vaunted mercy, tho thirty was beyond me.