Wrapper: Ecuadorian Habano
Binder: Ecuadorian
Filler: Nicaraguan, Dominican
Size: 6.5 x 48 Toro/Churchill
Body: Medium
Price: $23.00
My cigars received 5 months of naked humidor time.
Released 2021. Nearly 3 years of box age.
300 boxes of 10 released to the clamoring public.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
Aromas from the cigar? Yes, there are. Good ones. I find it incredibly boring to describe the smell-o-rama of the wrapper. Who cares about this? The cigar manufacturer…that’s who. So here I go, very strong notes of chocolate ice cream soda, root beer soda, cayenne pepper, and barnyard.
Long tall sally needs a leg up in the silky drawers department. My PerfecDraw plunges into the netherworld of the Goldie Prominente and makes its way to the area surrounded by the cigar band. This is where most plugs occur. Two swishes and a hi there sailor…the plug is gone, and I may proceed with the review without incessant complaints about the cigar’s construction.
The first puffs may tell everything. I know reviewers waffle about this but if a cigar is properly aged, those initial draughts of tobacco tell a story about what’s to come. Blandness at the outset says two things: The cigar ain’t all that. Or the cigar isn’t ready to smoke. It’s up to us to decide which is which.
Exquisite beginning. The start of things we all hope for. Dynamic surround sound of banana, dark chocolate with nougat center, cinnamon, sweetmeat nuts, citrus, and sticking your finger in honey and licking it like when you were a kid.
Strength hits medium walking and talking.
I don’t mind spending too much on a cigar if I enjoy the shit out of it. Like an expensive meal. I hate carping. I prefer fawning.
And the cigar goes out…fire-ocity interruptus.
Tobacco sweetness leads the pack. If the cigar can keep this up through the rest of its 6”, it is sweet home alabama.
The banana is also very pronounced. Something a woman has never said to me.
I’ve got Aretha on the earbuds. Jump back…get funky.
The extra 3 years of box aging has this blend screaming laughter. I’m not sure if the stick would be this expansive if not for serious time left alone in its rack.
So, this girl is blowing me and she asks, with her mouth full, if she can move in with me? Is this a conundrum worthy of King Solomon or what? The key is to stammer without ever answering…worked for me.
Milk chocolate nougat raises its head like a ferret on a mission.
Every time I played bass on ‘Chain of Fools,’ the band told me to stop soloing. I couldn’t help it. No good bassist can help himself on this tune…for reals.
Beautiful slow roll burn. No hurry. Tantric cigar smoking. Bite that Trudie.
I impolitely whistled as I offered Sting a toot of blow. This was early in his rock stardom, and I just couldn’t believe his friends used the stupid nickname. I was wrong. Stewart bellowed at me, ‘His name is Sting!@!’ The man really didn’t care what I called him as I passed the 98% pure. Lucille would have sufficed.
Super rich notes from this wonderful blend. Hardly any Habano covered blend in recent memory tasted anything like this. Using Ecuador in both wrapper and binder was a stroke of genius. The DR leaves in the filler give the thing smoothness and the Nic shrubbery gives body and bodaciousness. How long has it been since you used the word bodacious?
Imagine where my reviews would be without the nonsense…question mark. I’d be just like everyone else. I’m too old for that shit.
Mr. Wm Paley shows he can make a good cigar. So why the fuck does he crank out so much crap? Needs the green. Show biz ain’t good for your Social Security benefits.
Halfway point. 75 minutes. And the sweet spot is launched. Bodacious.
Frozen lemon custard, Three Musketeers, cashews, marzipan, cinnamon candy, Bananas Foster, café au lait, red pepper, white pepper, sweet graham crackers, edible wildflowers, and tart pear. Have I left anything the fuck out…question mark.
The sweet spot builds me up buttercup. The blend is flying over the radar. You forget about the good shit sometimes. I’m here this morning to remind you of a spectacular blend you need to revisit. Not often do you get the chance to snag years of box aged cigars online.
And the cigar goes out. This is what happens when you savor. You don’t need to huff and puff. The finish lingers like sex with waterfowl. You both lay there taking puffs from a Camel. Smiling. Wondering why you both have feathers in your mouth.
In order to convince my parents that I was serious about playing the bass, I went 6 months sans amplification. I had the hollow body Hofner so I could stick the head against the wall, and it would work as a diaphragm and the whole house could hear me playing ‘Dancing In The Street.’ Mom noodged my dad until he broke down and I got a Fender Bassman. 1965. Uptight and out of sight.
Fucking perfect. Just fucking perfect.
Did we all have to learn the bassline to ‘Tighten Up?’ Yeah, we did. Failing meant you had to play Porter Wagoner.
Flavors are so intense and, at the same time, luxuriously complex and smooth. When La Palina’s Family Series came out 13 years ago, we were stunned by the price but not by the incredible blending. Years of disappointment followed as LP sank into the rocky abyss of patel lookalikes.
A 2-1/2 hour beatific smoke. At $23, before discounts, $9.20 per hour. Hell, yeah.
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RATING: 100 (Yeah, another perfect blend)
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