Brilliant episode. Flattered to have even been mentioned by name amongst such great company! Wishing that I’m able to join you gentlemen and the Sahakians for a cigar the next time we’re allowed to visit London.
Would you quit spouting off the same catch phrases, get better writers. Or hire some of you write this yourself, if your winging it, start writing, you used to be a great watch until I hear you say the same 8 sentences over and over again
@@Tarsnakecharmer I have to say that if you don't like what you're watching, you have the freedom to enjoy something elsewhere. Such is a blessed life. Have a cigar or pipe and relax, my friend. I shall do the same.
I love how when cigar aficionados are in Edwards company they ask him if they are lighting and cutting correctly. It just shows you how tremendously respected he is
My favorite videos are whenever the Foulkes and Sahakian's come together. Feels like when my Uncle's, cousins and I all sit around. You all are more family than friends and it comes thru the camera. Stay blessed 🙏.
If we had more fathers and sons families like this the out of space alians would not hesitate to land in plant Earth, what's extraordinary video of beautiful friendship.
TRULY, A GIFT FOR FATHERS AND SONS, THE LOVE OF A CIGAR THAT COULD BE TOO BEAUTIFUL TO SMOKE. I WOULD LIKE TO WISH MAX, NICK, AND FREDDIE A HAPPY HOLIDAY AND HAVE MADE THIS YEAR ENJOYABLE AS WE FIGHT WITH ONE CORONA AT A TIME. VIEWER #2
Oh Gentlemen, this is wonderful, thank you for the Christmas present of another episode! I go back to work on the 22nd with my live-in nursing and care job looking after a lovely 98 year old Gentleman. He does not have internet so I have to use my phone so no videos until I come back home on the 13th of January so this is a wonderful way to spend my last Sunday at home. May I take this opportunity to wish all Famile Foulkes a wonderful Christmas and peace-filled and healthy 2021
PLEASE KEEP THE CONTENT COMING! FELLOW CIGAR SMOKERS IN ALBERTA, CANADA WATCHING YOU AND KEEP THE STOGIES SPARKED! Definately something positive we look forward to during the pandemic.
Another fine episode. The epitome of true gentlemen right here! Smoking a lancero in sunny st. Pete Florida while watching this episode. Enjoying the company of you fine gentlemen. I can’t wait to come visit you all in London soon. Cheers and keep up the great content!
You gentlemen have both style and class. I wish I could sub twice. Thank you for the delightful videos, they're a pleasure to watch as I smoke in my backyard. Salutations from Las Vegas
I know I’m late to this episode, just working my way up the video’s. But I really enjoyed the bit where you gentlemen had a ‘ping off’ just that minute of gentlemen fooling around, showing your true playful energetic characters. Enjoyable to watch this series evolve and involve new subjects and interesting people.
So entertaining! I'm watching old videos because I'm running out of your new ones. If you're watching these videos because you want to learn something you'll be disappointed. It's great entertainment. If I had to describe the genre, it's like putting an episode of Friends on while you're cooking. I usually like to enjoy a beverage or a smoke while watching these episodes.
its a shame that ignorant politicians in countries like England/UK or Norway (where I live) have put so much taxes on cigars that even 1 cigar in a week can put a dent in your wallet.
You know, For a while I felt like I lived in some dystopian nightmare Where, sort of, everything, and everyone, I cared about Was reappropriated by some kind of wimp Stalinist, super-bougie, fake populist, two dates to the prom, snake oil salesman, prosumer, alternate reality. And it was using my life, and my people, and my love to convince the world about how real it was. Give it comfort that it’s having an authentic experience. But it’s not “for real. It knows it’s not for real. That’s why it has time to tinker with it. Like gremlins, they wish it actually was what they believe is some desirable or attainable representation of reality, so they just assemble it to appear to be. Like perverted workshop elves. I probably do the same thing, but I’m not jazzed about it. But, what I’m saying is, it’s not about material-material stuff, proving that car is real, or my hand is real. It’s taking abstract things, emotions, experiences, and throwing down some smoke bombs and a strobe light, and telling me they’re real or made, and owned by somebody, IE this guy, and Dr. Lifestyle-Coach-Party-Dad’s got my two tickets to paradise. You know, you got pick from some “stupid list/endless feeling choice buffet” of what people can relate to, but the options have become more real than whatever’s going on with the person choosing them. And I’m off menu. I can’t do anything about it. Do you know what I mean? These choices are meaningless to me. It’s like, we have all the most yellow breads and cheeses for your soul’s vegetarian diet. And, yeah, I know, it’s not a new idea or anything: commercials, advertisement. Blah blah. Kill your TV. Facebook. Obama. But, do we really need to do this to EACH other now? Like existential entrepreneurial sociopaths? Have we ran out of so many worlds to conquer that now we just take turns brain-colonizing each other? I mean, is there any other way, because I feel really gross about it? You know, just anyway besides re-ordering a bunch of other people’s memories and then sending them back some VIP invitation to their own life? Or just selling some new extra steps for validation by generating buyer’s remorse and then absolving it for dollars, and thenbeing a baby about it while getting paid. Sounds kind of demoralizing, right. Might make it easy to buddy with the darkness if I was that demoralized. Might make it rational. Pragmatic. Responsible. Gremlins, they hate when your kisses blow one at a time. You know, because they’ve “accepted” that you got to be like that. Think like that. Like it’s some kind of mature adult compromise, but I don’t know, that kind of vaudeville parlor trick is like they read the Wikipedia for The Prince and just grew their bangs out. Made the world their dad, and make a diamond waiting on their allowance. All pouty, punching the clock at the Realness Factory. How come they don’t have that level of cynicism or blow my brains out at the dinner table-contrarian table talk for their own Keebler life-vomit. Because they hate when kisses blow one at a time because it doesn’t say anything about a systemized world. It just says something about their life. About your life. Who gets to decide the way the world works? Some idea? Or one at a time? Or some idea made by a few jerk-off’s one at a time? These guys, they want to get paid to slip in their idea every time you could do your one at a time. Imply you’re one at a time is meaningless because it’s one at a time, and then ask for a dollar, so you can feel good about the choice they took away from you because that’s just the way the world works because they’re your witness. Yeah, you’re going to need a sweet release if you really believe that you’re just supposed to eat it. For breakfast. Everyday. That you can only choose between total anonymity and total witness. Or, I don’t know, you could just love somebody. Or know somebody. Directly. And push out all the little jaded teenage-grown up gremlins trying to cram their paycheck into all the social space that’s yet to be monetized into a theme park. You know, and they can give me People Points every time they get another bit of my space, so I can get my mohawk pierced or whatever. Botox my dog. But I’m not into the trade-off, it’s not a reward for me, and I worry I have to do it to be able to work. Not in a “I don’t want to be an adult, I wish I could just escape it all and be a baby again” kind of way, but in a “am I going to have to act like this to another person to be able to survive” kind of way. Because if I do, I’m just doing time on another planet. A teenage planet. And that planet’s got to decide to grow up again, or it’s just going to end up hiring some really crazy Skynet meets Mussolini father figure with no body hair. Like: “I can wear whatever I want but I got tazed and lobotomized for walking too fast at the people store. And now I have to fire the t shirt cannon at the book burning inside my 1000 year mind-prison or the banks going to take my baby’s avatar.” And yeah, I would be a gloomy, everything’s kind of B.S. , so whatever I’m just making it, elitist underdog, grown-up teenager too if I believed any of that stuff. But I don’t. I don’t believe any of that stuff. I’m not convicted about it you know. I don’t see why that’s any more rational than saying I want to be a human. A variable. A human variable. On a teenage planet. Really, I just don’t want to be some nostalgia raffling stooge for the googlable authoritarian capitalist nightmare future that might not happen, but, you know, maybe I am Maybe we all are. I don’t know, am I trying to sell you something right now? I don’t even know anymore, but I’m going to keep trying to figure it out.
That scruffy bugger could go a short back and sides and what about the umbrellas? Are they woody, do they have chocolate notes? Is one colour more tasty than another?
Brilliant episode. Flattered to have even been mentioned by name amongst such great company! Wishing that I’m able to join you gentlemen and the Sahakians for a cigar the next time we’re allowed to visit London.
Wishing you were there with us Mr Allison! Looking forward to smoking with you soon!
Would you quit spouting off the same catch phrases, get better writers. Or hire some of you write this yourself, if your winging it, start writing, you used to be a great watch until I hear you say the same 8 sentences over and over again
@@Tarsnakecharmer What a load of rubbish!
@@Tarsnakecharmer You're*
@@Tarsnakecharmer I have to say that if you don't like what you're watching, you have the freedom to enjoy something elsewhere.
Such is a blessed life. Have a cigar or pipe and relax, my friend. I shall do the same.
I love how when cigar aficionados are in Edwards company they ask him if they are lighting and cutting correctly. It just shows you how tremendously respected he is
My favorite videos are whenever the Foulkes and Sahakian's come together. Feels like when my Uncle's, cousins and I all sit around. You all are more family than friends and it comes thru the camera. Stay blessed 🙏.
If we had more fathers and sons families like this the out of space alians would not hesitate to land in plant Earth, what's extraordinary video of beautiful friendship.
Very kind indeed
A ping-off. A veritable ping-off. Loved the cheeky Behike 52 shot in the intro. Thanks for a wonderful episode gentlemen
Thank you 🙏🔥💨
Smashing episode, chaps- always a pleasure to see the Sahakian blokes!
The Sahakians are the best!
They are the best 🎉
The Foulkes and the Sahakians 🙏....Christmas has indeed come early...cheers gents! 🥂
Thank you 🙏🙏
TRULY, A GIFT FOR FATHERS AND SONS, THE LOVE OF A CIGAR THAT COULD BE TOO BEAUTIFUL TO SMOKE. I WOULD LIKE TO WISH MAX, NICK, AND FREDDIE A HAPPY HOLIDAY AND HAVE MADE THIS YEAR ENJOYABLE AS WE FIGHT WITH ONE CORONA AT A TIME. VIEWER #2
Thank you viewer #2 for your kind sentiments. We wish you and your family and very Merry Christmas and New Year!
My god! If I ever walked into a humidor like that I would die!
I’ve subbed as a 40 year old son who smokes with my father the finest cigars in the world.
Oh Gentlemen, this is wonderful, thank you for the Christmas present of another episode!
I go back to work on the 22nd with my live-in nursing and care job looking after a lovely 98 year old Gentleman.
He does not have internet so I have to use my phone so no videos until I come back home on the 13th of January so this is a wonderful way to spend my last Sunday at home.
May I take this opportunity to wish all Famile Foulkes a wonderful Christmas and peace-filled and healthy 2021
Very kind words indeed. We shall endeavour to have more videos out and awaiting your return.
Cuban Cigar wealth of knowledge and fun fun fun
The first video in the store is what got me hooked on your channel so this is a treat. Thanks!
Very kind 🙏
The Sahakians are amazing. Great rapport with the Foulkes.
Only ‘old boys’ hold ping-off competitions. Classic.
Just when i thought the limits of youtubery had been reached, the ping off pushed it to new heights.
You've done it again good souls!
I wish you all stay safe and healthy in London. Happy holidays! Gentlemen. Warmest regards from Shanghai, Louis Meng, Esq.
And to you too 🙏
PLEASE KEEP THE CONTENT COMING! FELLOW CIGAR SMOKERS IN ALBERTA, CANADA WATCHING YOU AND KEEP THE STOGIES SPARKED! Definately something positive we look forward to during the pandemic.
Very kind words thank you very much 🙏
That intro felt like a new season of narcos
Glad you could tell what we were going for 🙏
love the sound track ( Chan Chan ) En Vivo
Thank you 🙏
Another fine episode. The epitome of true gentlemen right here! Smoking a lancero in sunny st. Pete Florida while watching this episode. Enjoying the company of you fine gentlemen. I can’t wait to come visit you all in London soon. Cheers and keep up the great content!
Sahakians 😍
They are the best!
You spoil us sirs!
We try!
Please continue to create content with the sahakians. You’ve got something special here.
We love the Sahakians. Hopefully we can make another video with them soon!
Love this whole series just wanna say the intros just keep getting better
We’re paying Freddie a little more now...
Been looking forward to this one 👌
🙏
You gentlemen have both style and class. I wish I could sub twice. Thank you for the delightful videos, they're a pleasure to watch as I smoke in my backyard. Salutations from Las Vegas
I know I’m late to this episode, just working my way up the video’s.
But I really enjoyed the bit where you gentlemen had a ‘ping off’ just that minute of gentlemen fooling around, showing your true playful energetic characters.
Enjoyable to watch this series evolve and involve new subjects and interesting people.
Very informative entertaining as well.
So entertaining! I'm watching old videos because I'm running out of your new ones. If you're watching these videos because you want to learn something you'll be disappointed. It's great entertainment. If I had to describe the genre, it's like putting an episode of Friends on while you're cooking. I usually like to enjoy a beverage or a smoke while watching these episodes.
The best of the best !
This is the Avengers of cigars.
I enjoed too show you.. NICE Thx
🙏
Total awsom!
That's my type of hang out
Would you also please show what watches you are wearing in each episode......
Loved it once again, A live stream edition on Instagram could be great, a little smoke a long edition
The smoke along!!!!
OMG, the ping-off was brilliant!!!!!! 11:10 - 11:35 love it...sounds chromatic to me!
These guys are going to make smokers out of all of us lol. Funny
One day I’ll be able to come visit
its a shame that ignorant politicians in countries like England/UK or Norway (where I live) have put so much taxes on cigars that even 1 cigar in a week can put a dent in your wallet.
Max getting absolutely obliterated in the lighter department here 😄
I have to ask you, Mr Foulkes: is that a special fireworks lighting technique for a Perfecto? 💥 (that is a real question)
Very theatrical
Lovely lighter Eddie has there!
What’s the music at beginning?!
Enjoy
I wished the audio was better on these..
0:46 love that pipe
music by???
The mic needs to be closer to Eddy. He has important things to say.
GTA 6 ANIMAL VEGITABAL MINERAL did anyone catch that??????
You know,
For a while I felt like I lived in some dystopian nightmare
Where, sort of, everything, and everyone, I cared about
Was reappropriated by some kind of wimp Stalinist, super-bougie, fake populist, two dates to the prom, snake oil salesman, prosumer, alternate reality. And it was using my life, and my people, and my love to convince the world about how real it was. Give it comfort that it’s having an authentic experience.
But it’s not “for real. It knows it’s not for real. That’s why it has time to tinker with it.
Like gremlins, they wish it actually was what they believe is some desirable or attainable representation of reality, so they just assemble it to appear to be. Like perverted workshop elves.
I probably do the same thing, but I’m not jazzed about it.
But, what I’m saying is, it’s not about material-material stuff, proving that car is real, or my hand is real. It’s taking abstract things, emotions, experiences, and throwing down some smoke bombs and a strobe light, and telling me they’re real or made, and owned by somebody, IE this guy, and Dr. Lifestyle-Coach-Party-Dad’s got my two tickets to paradise.
You know, you got pick from some “stupid list/endless feeling choice buffet” of what people can relate to, but the options have become more real than whatever’s going on with the person choosing them.
And I’m off menu. I can’t do anything about it. Do you know what I mean?
These choices are meaningless to me. It’s like, we have all the most yellow breads and cheeses for your soul’s vegetarian diet.
And, yeah, I know, it’s not a new idea or anything: commercials, advertisement. Blah blah. Kill your TV. Facebook. Obama.
But, do we really need to do this to EACH other now? Like existential entrepreneurial sociopaths? Have we ran out of so many worlds to conquer that now we just take turns brain-colonizing each other?
I mean, is there any other way, because I feel really gross about it?
You know, just anyway besides re-ordering a bunch of other people’s memories and then sending them back some VIP invitation to their own life?
Or just selling some new extra steps for validation by generating buyer’s remorse and then absolving it for dollars, and thenbeing a baby about it while getting paid.
Sounds kind of demoralizing, right. Might make it easy to buddy with the darkness if I was that demoralized. Might make it rational.
Pragmatic.
Responsible.
Gremlins, they hate when your kisses blow one at a time. You know, because they’ve “accepted” that you got to be like that. Think like that. Like it’s some kind of mature adult compromise, but I don’t know, that kind of vaudeville parlor trick is like they read the Wikipedia for The Prince and just grew their bangs out. Made the world their dad, and make a diamond waiting on their allowance. All pouty, punching the clock at the Realness Factory.
How come they don’t have that level of cynicism or blow my brains out at the dinner table-contrarian table talk for their own Keebler life-vomit.
Because they hate when kisses blow one at a time because it doesn’t say anything about a systemized world. It just says something about their life. About your life.
Who gets to decide the way the world works? Some idea? Or one at a time? Or some idea made by a few jerk-off’s one at a time?
These guys, they want to get paid to slip in their idea every time you could do your one at a time.
Imply you’re one at a time is meaningless because it’s one at a time, and then ask for a dollar, so you can feel good about the choice they took away from you because that’s just the way the world works because they’re your witness.
Yeah, you’re going to need a sweet release if you really believe that you’re just supposed to eat it. For breakfast. Everyday. That you can only choose between total anonymity and total witness.
Or, I don’t know, you could just love somebody. Or know somebody. Directly.
And push out all the little jaded teenage-grown up gremlins trying to cram their paycheck into all the social space that’s yet to be monetized into a theme park.
You know, and they can give me People Points every time they get another bit of my space, so I can get my mohawk pierced or whatever. Botox my dog.
But I’m not into the trade-off, it’s not a reward for me, and I worry I have to do it to be able to work.
Not in a “I don’t want to be an adult, I wish I could just escape it all and be a baby again” kind of way, but in a “am I going to have to act like this to another person to be able to survive” kind of way.
Because if I do, I’m just doing time on another planet. A teenage planet.
And that planet’s got to decide to grow up again, or it’s just going to end up hiring some really crazy Skynet meets Mussolini father figure with no body hair.
Like:
“I can wear whatever I want but I got tazed and lobotomized for walking too fast at the people store. And now I have to fire the t shirt cannon at the book burning inside my 1000 year mind-prison or the banks going to take my baby’s avatar.”
And yeah, I would be a gloomy, everything’s kind of B.S. , so whatever I’m just making it, elitist underdog, grown-up teenager too if I believed any of that stuff. But I don’t.
I don’t believe any of that stuff. I’m not convicted about it you know.
I don’t see why that’s any more rational than saying I want to be a human.
A variable. A human variable. On a teenage planet.
Really, I just don’t want to be some nostalgia raffling stooge for the googlable authoritarian capitalist nightmare future that might not happen, but, you know, maybe I am
Maybe we all are.
I don’t know, am I trying to sell you something right now?
I don’t even know anymore, but I’m going to keep trying to figure it out.
That scruffy bugger could go a short back and sides and what about the umbrellas? Are they woody, do they have chocolate notes? Is one colour more tasty than another?
The spice I’m getting is.. top notch tobacco, not sweet chilli, or nutmeg, you absolute plebs
There is no B sharp Eddie! 🙂🙂