My Father Cigars FLOR DE LAS ANTILLAS Belicoso
Rated 95 this month by Cigar Aficionado - November 2018
When I think of home, I think of the island where I was raised, Isla de la Juventud, Nicaragua. My father and I used to walk from our house to a white sand beach at the end of our quiet street, where the sun was always flying high, where the waves were always shining blue. My father's stories were full of life. His stories taught me life's answers. Or at least that's what he said they would teach me. Actually, maybe it was his answers that taught me life's questions?
My father was a patriotic man who always smoked his treasured belicosos while telling stories. He used to say that, “Only from our island can you still smell the aroma of the Flor de las Antillas, the one flower that satisfies creation itself. A flower so rare, so smooth, it only grows in one lagoon, behind the clouds of the forest. Beneath the waters of the lagoon lives Mariposa, a full bodied mermaid who plants the seeds of the flowers on top of lily pads that lay on the water. The banks of this lagoon are guarded by crocodiles and the only way to enter into the water, is to place a garland of Flor de las Antillas behind one of the crocodiles' head. Only the pirates who came here were brave enough to try. They say that the smell of the garland is so beautiful that the crocodile smiles. The petals of the Flor look like the colors of a parrot's wings, but smell more like a butterfly's wings...”
Although I could not understand many of my father's stories, and although I have yet to find the flower he had described, his stories still remain with me, like the way the smoke from his Flor de las Antillas Belicoso still remains there on the beach.