It's a relatively new blog, so not many posts yet, but the woman, Olga Kaetziro, who runs it is dreadfully smart, writes much longer sentences than me and should be applauded for her very insightful posts on the nature of man, on the difficulty of fitting in and... hell, there is something in there about the perfect cognac, if you know enough French to understand it.
If it weren't for the intelligent articles, that alone would make Miss Kaetziro's blog worthwhile. Because while I rarely ever drink alcohol, a great cognac and a cigar is the closest thing to heaven that doesn't involve god or a woman. Or a goddess and a man. Something like that.
But be warned. The cognac is all mine.