My apologies to the Chinaman whom I must have run over while he was chasing the black cat under the ladder while juggling a mirror. Because it seemed luck had deserted me. Could I really be so unlucky?

But, so it continues. Those who have followed the Robusto Rumble will know of the disappointing disaster that was the El Rey del Mundo, a woeful cigar for me on that occasion. As it was my last day at the coast, I tried again with the R&J 4 and a basic beer – what could be better than lying back with a cigar, a great book and the sound of the waves coming up from the beach, on a beautiful Queensland summer day (not too hot, fortunately). And that Glenfiddich. I hoped that this cigar might be worthy of it.

Surely, it could not happen again…