Wrapper: Dominican Habano
Binder: Criollo ’98, Brazilian Habano
Filler: Nicaraguan, Dominican Criollo ’98, Dominican Corojo, Dominican Negrita Canca Habano
Size: 6 x 60 “Gordo”
According to CI, “Reserva Limitada is Pinar del Rio’s latest and greatest.” That’s a lot to live up to, but CI doesn’t, they put the pressure on Abe Flores.
The cigar has an 8 different tobacco leaf blend.
Now this cracks me up. CI goes on to praise the hell out of all those tobaccos and then says the flavors are coffee, oak, leather and black tobacco. ???
That’s it? 4 flavors from 8 leaves? Their tech writer needs to have someone check his/her work before it gets type set. Because I am sure that this stick will have more than the most basic of flavors.
Structurally, this is a fine cigar. Solid. No soft spots. Nice tight seams. Not many veins and no large ones. Single cap. The wrapper is a very dark cocoa color. An oily sheen and toothy to the touch.
As usual, there are two cigar bands. The main one is huge and ornate. The secondary band merely states the blend of “Reserva Limitada.”
I clip the cap and find aromas of strong spice and cedar. There is baking cocoa and dark chocolate. Hickory, not oak. Very campfire-like. Very earthy. Dark espresso.
Time to light up.
I put the log to my mouth and puff. It is a real bitch lighting a ring gauge this big without charring the wrapper. I use a single torch lighter. Any more torches and you risk the chance of really charring the wrapper badly…affecting the initial taste.
At first, there is not much of anything and then a minute later, flavors begin to fall into place.
I taste cocoa, coffee, but almost no pepper. The tobacco is very sweet. The draw is spewing out large amounts of smoke. The burn line is wavy. And then a part of the wrapper begins to canoe on me.
There really isn’t much flavor going on here. The cigar has had more than a few months humidor time so that isn’t an excuse.
I am not going to sit here for 2-1/2 hours smoking this cigar if it doesn’t really impress me. You will get half a review on half a cigar.
I am over an inch in, close to halfway through the first third. The flavors are very muted. It is basically the same flavors of cocoa and coffee and earth. Only the slightest bit of black pepper. I am not impressed. The burn issue never got to become a canoe but it is certainly uglier than me.
The body is in the classic medium range. The second third begins. The only thing interesting to me is the cream and the cocoa. The cigar is very smooth. The cap is becoming a real mess. Should have been triple capped.
So here is my recommendation. Do not buy this cigar. CI lied. It is not PDR’s greatest. They should smoke ‘em before they recommend them.
And now for something completely different:
My good buddy of 33 years, Rick, just finished a solo album. All about Piedmont blues, or East Coast blues as it is also called. All original material and I was supposed to head down to Virginia and record bass with him at his home studio but it just didn’t work out for me financially.
So Rick basically did the whole thing by himself and is sending me a preview of the CD. He has a record label in Paris that is backing him and pushing him for finished product. Paris wants to get it released throughout Europe ASAP. And then a possible tour for Europe is planned depending on the reaction to the album. If that happens, I’m going on tour.
Back in the early 80’s, Rick and I had a band called The Attitude. We did a remake of Elvis’ Hound Dog. We got Little Richard to play piano on the recording. I have a link here of the music video we did. This was pre-MTV. And really done on the cheap, as you will be able to tell. But I think we did a great job of making it clever. And I acted like a complete buffoon on bass.
Here is the link to the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEGf5zlqdrQ&feature=youtu.be
We, like everyone else in the fast lane during the early 80’s, lived on the Beverly Hills Diet of Cocaine and Champagne. We really overdid it.
One night, he set me up with a hostess at a fancy restaurant in Marina Del Rey, Ca. His wonderful girlfriend, Cathy was the engineer of this. I think. She was way too good for him. LOL. She looked like Faye Dunaway, but better.
We went out to dinner and the clubbing. Lots of drink and coke. And I never drank and this chick I was with was knocking them back like a truck driver and urging me on and calling me a pussy. All I wanted from this chick was sex. No nagging.
Rick suggests we go back to my house. I was 30 and owned my own house in Long Beach. Just a simple two bedroom. With a population of gophers that wanted to conquer the world, starting with my front yard.
We stopped and Rick bought bottles of booze. I was losing it from the little I drank. If it weren’t for the coke, I would have passed out.
Now, my house was a bachelor pad. I had taken the doors off of the bedrooms because they were screwed up and never replaced them.
Rick had a devious plan from the start.
We sit on the couch and listen to music. I sit on the end. Every shot glass of booze poured for me gets dumped into the giant palm next to me. That poor palm.
Now everyone is lubricated and my chick grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom. She rips her clothes off and then mine. She is gorgeous. Blonde, big boobs, and beautiful.
Rick grabs Cathy and goes into the adjacent bedroom. For the life of me, I couldn’t get an erection; not with all that booze and coke in me…so the chick takes me in her mouth and Ba-Boom! Houston, we have landed!
I am on top of her and I feel someone’s hand that is not mine or hers stroking my body; touching it lightly and giggling noises apparent.
Goddam it. Rick wanted to watch me screw this chick. He left poor Cathy by herself, who wanted nothing to do with this, and Rick was holding his dick in his hand; with a huge smile.
I told him to get out. He wouldn’t. The chick said she liked it and would do both of us. Rick got on the bed and I jumped off. Two chicks and one guy are cool. Two guys and one chick; not cool. I do not want to cross swords. He tells me to go and have my way with Cathy.
I put my boxers on and go into Cathy’s room. She is sitting up, covering herself and looking very unhappy. I sat on the edge of the bed. And we talked.
Rick finishes and enters the room. Cathy is not pleased. Neither am I.
I suggest we all get dressed so I can drive everyone home. On the way back to Rick’s, I ask my chick how old she is? “I’m 15.”
I am dumbfounded. I am not a chicken hawk. And she didn’t look 15. I assumed because she served liquor at the restaurant, she was at least 21. She had a phony I.D. and looked older. She was a sophomore in high school for chrissakes.
Rick tried to set up another double date and I said “NOOOOOO!!!!!” I think he got the message.
Cathy didn’t speak to him for days…and they lived together. I was pissed off at him. He just laughed it off.
I never let him set me up again. Jesus Alou! Manny Mota!!
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