It has enough points of roughness that overshadow whatever else it might be trying to offer, and when the irritation isn't there, I can't say that the core flavors earn the descriptor
These foolish things remind me of you The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses The waiters whistling as the last bar closes The song that Crosby sings, boo-boo-boo-boo-boo These foolish things remind me of you [Bridge 2] How strange, how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me [Verse 9] The scent of smouldering leaves, the wail of steamers Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers Oh, how the ghost of you clings
As a result, your cigars remain soft and easy to smoke, delivering an unparalleled smoking experience
Add the steady drumbeat of the analyst community, pressure from private equity or venture capital firms, the tying of executive pay packages to stock performance rather than company performance (which amazingly dont always align), our egos and the pressure many of us put on ourselves because we falsely tie our own value or self-worth to how we perform in the finite game, and any hopes we may have to do anything other than play with a finite mindset seem completely dashed
This isn't just an opinion