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Vic is “The Final Boss”
Long ago, in a past life—somewhere far, far away—I worked in logistics. Hardly the most glamorous job I ever had, but it paid well (at the time) and taught me how the world worked. My office was in the least interesting part of town imaginable. The only saving grace? A few nearby boutiques run by…
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And So, I Drink Wine
Today is a fine day. Not extraordinary, not grand—just fine. Partly because I’m alive and woke up on the right side of the bed, albeit later than usual. 10 a.m. A scandal for someone who leans toward the toxic productivity of pre-dawn starts. But today, there’s no guilt, no hangover—just the mild fuzz of a…
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In Favour of Not Doing Too Much
Woodford Reserve over Weller and Pappy. Tudor over Rolex. Chateaubriand over Côte de Boeuf. Keep your old iPhone. And other sanctimonies… I’m starting Hard 75 soon—right after Disney Paris. So, here I am, sipping my last pour of Woodford, listening to a self-help podcast. Don’t laugh. I owe much of my worldview—getting my way in…
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A Quantum of Solace
Little thoughts… 16:05, It’s the Saturday after Christmas. Quantum of Solace is playing in the background on my MacBook. I’m in my element. I have luxury mince pie, double cream and Tamnavulin Single Malt – American Oak, Sherry Cask. I’m the primary cook around here. It’s my escape, my happy place. Think James Martin meets…
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JAGUAR & THE CULTURE WAR
I wake up, grab my iPhone, and dive into the familiar morning dose of brain rot. YouTube. Regrettable. Still, at least I finished a book last night—Kim Sherwood’s A Spy Like Me. I preferred it to Double or Nothing. Spoiler Alert. The latter got a 3-star rating from me; this one’s a solid 4. The…
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Tudor Heritage Ranger
It’s never the right time to say goodbye? REVIEW I had picked this one up on a whim. I was thinking a lot about the strong men who first explored Greenland. I was captivated by the advertisement Tudor made for the line. It was a cold night, I was in the basement lounge watching Youtube…
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Mans enough
pink gin fizz and that… Tonight, I finished Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps with my wife. (And as I write this, I realize the importance of punctuation—just so we’re clear, Wall Street isn’t sleeping with my wife.) Anyway… I’m writing this while drinking a pink gin fizz, with Oisín O’Malley playing in the background. It’s 11 PM on a…
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Where Was I?
Where was I? Struggling. But not in a way that I had ever anticipated I felt inadequate, weighed down by unrealistic expectations. There was this constant pull—on one hand, the desire to achieve something great, and on the other, the feeling of falling short. I was caught between moments of ambition and those inevitable lows…
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Blancs de Blancs
The ramblings of a man who drinks champagne – Mostly good/entry level. This post should serve as more of a journal entry. When drinking champagne one does not think in long well formed compound sentences. Champagne is fine grape juice for the monkey mind on nights like this. Tonight’s bottle is a Taittinger special reserve.…
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Cartier Santos Ronde; an Overlooked Gem
I’m not a flipper, but I’m not above it. If I don’t love a piece, I’ll let it go. That’s where we begin. The first post, the first confession. Best to make it clear what I am, and what I’m not. I’m a romantic, but I won’t cuff the wrong one. And while I love…
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