I was in Clifton Forge, Virginia over the weekend for a wedding, where there’s a paper mill. I think they only operated overnight, because the smell was very noticeable at 5am but was pretty much gone by eight. It wasn’t that bad; it smelt like the sea minus the salt, or a little like a dog’s anal glands. Of course it was in the Blue Ridge mountains so it was a little incongruous.

I went through 8-10 $30 Padrón 1926 cigars (it was a close friend, and simce I don’t drink it was in lieu of the expensive champagne at dinner and liquor at the open bar, plus four bottles of scotch in hhe cigar lounge). It was delectable.