The Diesel line-up of cigars is something I had been meaning to try for awhile. An acquaintance of mine had only positive things to say about Diesel’s line up, and noted that the selection he had tried had some very unique flavours not as common in most cigars he was smoking at the time. Interesting. So when Anthony over at Cigar’s City told me he was throwing in a couple sticks from Diesel I was excited that I would finally get to try out this brand. The good news is that the Wicked is a well constructed, robust cigar that does sport some very unique flavours. The bad news is that unique flavours do not always equate to making a cigar worthwhile, as is the case with the Wicked.
The first thing you will notice with the Diesel Wicked is it’s distinct extended red band that is placed at the tip of the cigar; probably added not only for visual appeal but to foreshadow that it tastes different than most cigars you will try. Additionally, the standard band itself is a weird mesh up of pink font with a charcoal background. The Diesel Wicked itself feels like care was placed into it’s construction, with a weight that feels slightly heavier than most cigars of this size, and a wrapper that feels relatively smooth. Conversely, cutting the cigar was fairly easy and did not damage the wrapper at all. Nice.
I had been told the Diesel Wicked was a full bodied cigar, and the cigar definitely makes you aware of it’s full bodied nature in the first few puffs by overwhelmingly tasting like a harsh charcoal. Fortunately this awful charcoal taste subsides and you are greeted by a more pleasant flavours that I can describe as tasting of wood and leather. Unfortunately there is an after taste that I can best describe as tasting like a sweet meat. While I thought that maybe this weird sweet meat flavour might subside or possibly become less pronounced to make way for the otherwise pleasant wood and leather flavours, it doesn’t. Unfortunately it actually felt like this meaty flavour only became more pronounced as I puffed on this cigar. It was only until the last quarter of the Wicked that it felt like this gross meaty flavour subsided, but for obvious reasons this is not ideal for a full bodied cigar such as the Wicked. Otherwise, if you enjoy nice thick draws of smoke, the Wicked delivers on this front, but it’s a matter of whether or not you want to endure the gross meaty flavour that accompanies those thick draws of smoke.
I had high hopes for the Diesel Wicked, but it mostly failed to deliver. With that being said, I am staying open minded about the rest of Diesel’s line-up, and hoping that maybe the Wicked was simply the black sheep of the bunch. The cigar does have it’s allure by offering nice construction and an appealing extended band design that is sure to entice naive buyers, but that is pretty much where the positives of this cigar stops. To be fair, I might just be the odd man out in disliking the meaty flavour of the Wicked, but unless you want to plop down whatever the cost of your cigar shop might be charging for this stick, I suggest steering clear of the Wicked.
If you are interested in trying the Diesel Wicked cigar, check out Cigar City.
What I’m Smoking
With the holidays coming to an end I have been smoking less. In turn, I only sat down for one cigar this week.
Romeo y Julieta No 2
I had been meaning to try this cigar for awhile, but due to other cigars I had been smoking at the time, this one has been in my humidor for about a two months now. The packaging follows the striking white and red tube that is standard amongst the Romeo y Julieta line. The band also follows the same colour’s as the tube does. The construction of this cigar is nice, and I found it fairly easy to cut this one. The burn is relatively nice, with the ash staying fairly strong throughout. However, with all these pluses, comes the most negative aspect of this cigar: the taste. Unfortunately, unlike the number one, the number two seems to have an unfortunate after taste that I would describe as bitter sweet. The gross after taste did not go away until I was about a quarter done this cigar. The base tobacco itself is fine, but it is brought down by the overwhelming bitter sweet after taste. Overall, I doubt I will buy another one of these, and if I’m feeling like a cigar in this line, I will most certainly stick to the number one.
So, What are YOU smoking?
There are two people both enrolled in a psychology program. Both end up with degrees in said psychology program, but only the second person pursues a job in the field. Both have similar academic achievement, and both retained a vast knowledge of the program’s teachings. Equally speaking they are both very close in their knowledge and academics, but again, only one person pursued a job in the field. In post secondary education, and self learning in general, I see it all the time… people who are book smart but do not apply what they learn to their lives, and that disconnect leaves little in the way of passion.
Those who teach are usually the ones who are passionate to some level about what they have learned prior to educating you. That concept is not limited to schools either, but it spans to places such as construction sites to social interactions amongst friends. Learning is a beautiful way to build yourself as a man, but that learning means nothing if you do not apply that learning to yourself in some way. Whether that means forming your own opinion, reinforcing an old opinion or completely demolishing a current one. When we learn only to build grades we do not form an opinion based off of the knowledge and we become placeholders for that knowledge, and ultimately we do not become the builders of civilization and culture that the men before us had become.
When a child sings a radio song it is not because they have interpreted the words of the song and understand them, but because they are mimicking what they hear to gain social favor from other adults and children. Those children are placeholders of that knowledge. Similarly there was a brief documentary looking at the autistic gentleman the the film Rain Man was based on. The autistic gentleman could recite, in detail, even the smallest of details regarding human history, and it was all accurate. If the autistic gentleman would be tested on human history, he would have incredible scores, ones that would imply he is a genius in that field. However, after your initial shock of a man having such incredible memory, you realize that he is only reflecting what he has read, and not interpreting it an any meaningful way. He is no different than the child singing a popular radio song with no knowledge of the lyrics.
Learning, no matter what you are doing it for, should be approached critically and interpretively. Otherwise you are simply becoming a reflection of what you are learning and ignore why the knowledge was being taught in the first place. I write this blog because I am passionate about what I have learned on my own and am currently learning. To some degree it becomes an element of teaching and educating others on my own experiences and hopefully they can apply it to their own lives.
I meet a lot of gentlemen who learn game and do not actually understand why the theorization works, but only regurgitate what they have read and spout the same openers over and over again. The field of pick up feels more like a social-psychological experiment and advancement in human interactions than it does a juvenile attempt at getting “laid.” With that being said, the people who turned the field into more of a social-psychological experiment, were also the ones who were passionate about the relations between humans. Those gentlemen who regurgitate game concepts only because they know that having that knowledge has lead some men to getting laid, usually end up unfulfilled and with poorer results than the gentleman like myself who write and joyfully encourage other men into wanting to learn and educate themselves on the sexes.
The point I am trying to get across is not simply about how learning game will benefit you only if you take game teachings in interpretively, but how your lifestyle and learning will flourish if you can apply what you learn, no matter what it is, to yourself and become passionate about it.
The reason the second person pursued a career in that field is not because they are better than person one, but because they are passionate about that field and applied the knowledge they learned to themselves in a personal way that becomes meaningful enough for them to want to become apart of something.
My father was an alpha male. A mans man was how most people described him. Unfortunately I only got a glimpse of his alphaness; my father died when I was very young. My mother did not anticipate this, and she did her best to raise five children on her own. My mother was always close to her mother so a lot of my upbringing was influenced by my grandmother. Unfortunately my grandmother was a whore her whole life, and in turn a feminist-type who believed that masculine men were what was wrong with society, and that effeminate men were the right model of what being a man should be.
Even before my father passed, I was a very emotional child. I embodied peoples pain by simple glances. I learned I was emotionally gifted. Being emotionally gifted is the single biggest challenge I have ever faced in my life, because social situations can not only liven me up within seconds of me entering them, but they can also drain me just as quick and push me into avoiding them all together. My grandmother, whether she was consciously aware of it or not, tried to mold me into what feminists everywhere would say is the perfect little boy. A pussy.
With that being said, I am still my fathers son. I do believe heredity influenced a lot of my urges and demeanor, and in turn I would gawk at women in bikinis or get into a scuffle with children at school. My grandmother made me feel bad about finding women attractive, and she made me feel bad about defending myself physically when it came to schoolyard bullies. To her that was wrong and I was simply a victim of societies idea of manhood. I believed this, and spent much of my youth basking in the emotional intensities of my environment. My mother respected my grandmothers opinion and agreed with a lot of what my grandmother would tell me.
High school was hell. I either avoided women at all costs because I was afraid I would say something wrong to offend them, or I would get “let’s just be friends” from the ones that I did talk to. I did not understand, I thought me being more emotionally receptive and outwardly focused on peoples well being that I was the female dream. My grandmother had me believe this, and my mother assumed I would find the “one.”
Having an older brother who did take the alpha traits of my father did help me. I would start talking more crudely to women, but that just made me seem weird to them, because no matter how much I wanted to tease or charm them, I internalized the feminist notion of feminine being the most right way to be. Of course my older brother would belittle my feminine behavior, and I believed that it was the fact that he lost our father that he acted that way and that I was lucky to not have experienced as much of my father as he did since I was on the “right” route to manhood.
Until one summer day two of the females who “let’s-just-be-friends’ed” me, and a couple other beta-bitch-boy orbiters, were walking to grab food after school. The two females are discussing how they are seeing these new guys and to some degree I am jealous because I wished for either of them that I was that guy. I awkwardly laugh and try to offer support in the form of “that’s great guys!” The one female turns to me and says. “You’re never going to get a girlfriend are you?” and she laughs, and continues, “Well like, maybe one day a girl will find you attractive enough to date you.” The other girl tells her that’s mean, and at that moment I felt like I was about to cry. I cut our meal short and headed home. I was no longer sad. I was pissed off.
For the first time I realized that the feminine idea of being a man was wrong, and I realized I was a joke to women because of it. For awhile I still endured being belittled by this same female, but I started to internalize that as a motivation to do something with my sex life. I started ignoring her banter, but I was still lost. I did not know what the fuck to do with myself as much as I knew I wanted to do something.
One lonely Saturday I did a quick internet search of, “how to get out of the friendzone.” I believe I found an article by David DeAngelo. This changed my life. I quickly saved it and then found David DeAngelo’s Double Your Dating book. Neg theory was eye opening. I already had the idea of “negging” when I was younger, but I was told that was wrong. Then I read The Game, and I was set. I realized everything I was told to suppress, I already had and it was only a matter of learning to utilize them.
While I certainly learned about game and learned different methods to approaching it, I knew deep down inside I already had these natural urges and charm. While some use game material for personality building, I used it to help me uncover what my personality always was and be confident with using it.
It helped me take a route backwards to who I always was. I started selling weed, buying nicer clothes, taking care of my appearance, working out and generally try being more social with women. The time I invested started to pay off, and I realized for the first time in my life that I could be liked by women. It was a high I never thought I would feel, and one I now cannot live without. I’ve failed a lot, and I still get rejected even now, but through the rejection, I have gained acceptance. Not just acceptance from women, but acceptance from myself in knowing that I have all the tools to accomplish what I need to do in life. Through it all, I would like to stress that I am not some ridiculous pick up artist who grabs women with a single glance, but I do well enough to feel confident in what I preach, and confident in feeling attractive to women and being content with myself.
My grandmother will see my posts on various social networking sites and act disgusted, or respond to what I write about as being misogynistic, but I realize she is just a slave to the society that raised her. She is going through the motions to reinforce her agenda of feminine superiority, and while I love the woman, I realize that our values do not match and because of that we will never be on a level the suggests a family unit beyond biology. My mother however, she loves me unconditionally and appreciates the route I have embarked on as a man, and I will always hold her dearly because of that.
Now, while that female who hurt me ages ago snarks at the route I have traveled on, In some way I must thank her. For without her throwing me into the pits of depression, I would not have climbed out as a knowledgeable gentleman of game. This route has given me personal growth, fulfillment and a sense of worth as a human being, and most importantly, it has given me fulfillment as a man. While some spit on this route, and wish that I would have turned around, I was determined to get to my destination, and the destination has been far more fulfilling than any praise I have received from acting feminine.
The route backwards has been the best thing I have ever embarked on.
Two summers ago I met up with a gentleman who was learning game just like I was. We had both read similar materials, believed in the same evolution theories supporting them and had been steadily working towards making pick up a lifestyle change. However, despite a supposed-strong motivation to embark on our route, I had something that he did not: hobbies and life goals outside of pick up. We are walking down the street on a particularly gloomy day and I am rambling on about how canned conversation is not really for me, and I tell him, “I just can’t use canned openers beyond the opening line, I feel more under confident using the canned approach than if I was just rambling on.” He looks at me for a sec as if I’ve broken game-code and almost rudely asserts, “but then how do you stay interesting?” I simply respond, “I talk about my life.”
My game is nothing spectacular, I just relate her experiences to something that I might have done to find common ground, this in turn builds comfort and through that I capatalize off of the comfort I built and escalate sexually. The thing is, I could not have gotten there had I not lead a somewhat interesting life. Experiences are something everyone can have in their arsenal of pick up, and there is nothing that will ever stop you from getting more. Except yourself. If you feel like you are living a boring life, you don’t have to look too far to add some interesting experiences to it. Go hiking for a day, learn to sculpt, build a shed, help a charity out, or even explore nature. It doesn’t matter, these are things that contribute to you being a man of experience, and while the examples are nothing spectacular, they are things that contribute to your whole being as a man and form you into a jack-of-all-trades type.
“I spent all morning walking in the park, the weather is so beautiful!” she will tell you. “Tell me about it,” you respond, “I just went for the most exhilarating hike the other day! When was the last time you went for a good hike?”
When you have life experiences, no matter how big or small, and you can recall them fondly to a female in your presence, she will feel feminine because she will feel like she is in the company of a man. Why? Because a man who has experience in life is a man who is adventurous, and adventure is interesting. Interesting men build, interesting men create and interesting men get shit done. When you have an arsenal of experiences under your belt, you become that man, and that man is interesting to all women.
Some men have a fear of the unknown, and a fear of starting something new, and sadly those men will never reach the life they feel they deserve, even if they have an arsenal of canned openers under their belt; a pretty cover can not stop a book from being shitty. Recently I caught up with that pick-up-minded gentleman at a bar I like to frequent. I asked him how it was going, what he had been upto and how his quest for pussy had went. He told me he stopped focusing on the whole pick up thing, and is working the same job he told me about from two years ago, and that his successes with women as a whole had been limited. Initially I felt bad for him, but I remained reserved and said, “that’s interesting.”