This review will not be all that fair and two sided. I am a big fan of Christian Eiroa. Since leaving Camacho, he has pumped out cigars like: The CLE line and Fabricas Unidas line. A lot of cigars. The Asylum Straight Jacket is my fave. So I am excited to review the Pura Soul this morning.
My only disappointment is that the web site is not attended to properly. Sometimes, it takes weeks to months for a new blend to hit the site.
The cigars are: Asylum, Asylum 13, Asylum Authentic Corojo, Schizo, CLE [Connecticut, Corojo, and Cuarenta], Edgar Hoill, Edgar Hoill OSOK, Wynwood Honduras, CLE Plus, Eiroa, Sencillo Platinum by God of Fire..I know I am forgetting something.
The cigar debuted at the 2013 IPCPR trade show. It is a joint venture of Christian Eiroa and his old friend, Robert Wright. Wright worked with Eiroa at Camacho and Fabricas Unidas. Wright is a jazz guy. Plays reed. Since I am a musician, my gut asks me how can you go wrong?
Initially, the cigar was released only to the East Coast but is now in regular production. The CLE web site makes no mention of this cigar so gleaning of cigar info was next to impossible.
Fabricas Unidas opened the Aladino Factory in Honduras. Several lines of cigars would be produced there…including the Pura Soul. As this is a Nic puro, it is a bit strange that it would be produced in Honduras.
Construction is excellent. The seams are perfect and a minor amount of veins. It looks like a triple cap but it is executed so flawlessly I need a magnifying glass. The wrapper is a nice oily chocolate color. Very smooth with just a bit of tooth. The stick is packed with tobacco but gives in the right places. And some very nice tooth sits on top.
I burned one last night to make sure it was ready for review and I got some critical burn issues that damn near ruined the cigar for me. Here’s hoping it was a fluke.
I clip the cap and find aromas that are spearheaded by cocoa. There is a nice tart and sweet dried fruit aroma. It is dried peach and apricot. There is a minor amount of cedar and leather. And just a hint of spice.
I want to thank Jason Harding at BestCigarPrices.com for the samples. The cigar pricing appears to be controlled so everyone is at the same point, give a dollar or two. I would appreciate you giving your business to BCP only because they are nice guys and some of the most informative cigar industry insiders I know.
Time to light up.
Spice and more spice..layers of spice. The draw is perfect. The char line goes wavy immediately, like last night. My eyes water and the Kleenex is in my lap….you know what I mean. No Lubriderm in sight. If Groucho were here, he’d say, “Ha-cha-cha!”
My nose is in the spirit of the season as it is bright red from blowing it because of the red pepper.
Less than half an inch in, the flavors start pouring in. First, it is a dead heat for cocoa and creaminess. Remember, this is a Nicaraguan puro and Nics have a definitive flavor profile. I hope this cigar shows something besides the lineup of: Creaminess, cocoa, coffee, sweetness, dried fruit, caramel, nuts, cedar, leather and wood. But it seems that is where we are heading.
The char line, once corrected, is just fine now.
The body just about started out as medium/full so I expect it to upgrade to full no later than the halfway point.
The first third comes to an end and the second begins with explosive flavors of Nic 101. A citrus element introduces itself to me, tipping its hat, of course. It is a lemony zest flavor…slightly tart and bitter.
The cigar is blowing so much smoke from the foot, that I find it impossible to type and keep the cigar in my mouth at the same time. It is disconcerting as this is how I write. I even have a floor fan blasting air away from me and it ain’t doing the job.
The citrus turns into an orange slice and with the creaminess, it tastes like a Creamsicle. Remember how frustrating as a kid those things were? The orange popsicle part would start breaking apart like the Antarctic shelves exposing just the vanilla ice cream while you desperately tried to get the popsicle in your mouth before it fell off?
This is just so flavorful. And it only took 2-1/2 weeks to get here. I like Eiroa’s New Breed Tattooed Ones’ method of blending. No waiting for months, like you have to do with Camacho blends. Sort of the microwave version of blending.
At the halfway mark, the body settles down and moves back to classic medium. Thus allowing the flavors to really strut their stuff. But I hate to say I told you so, but these wonderful flavors are typical of really good Nicaraguan puros. The only significant difference is that the price point is in my neck of the woods; instead of that nasty $8-$9 range.
The toffee, creaminess, butter, and cocoa remind me of a Heath Bar…without the crunch. Do they still sell Heath bars? I haven’t had a candy bar in over 30 years. I stopped eating concentrated sugar back in 1981. So now, I don’t even like the taste of sweetness. Although, I could give away Yohannian’s testicles for a nice sugar free jelly doughnut.
The char line is still spot on telling me the burn issues were just a fluke. They are a bit wavy but so what?
I enter the last third and the cigar is as smooth as Jason Harding’s tushy. Ask nice and I will send you a Polaroid of it.
The flavor profile is now perfectly balanced. It has an extremely long finish. And it finds its complexity here. The flavors join together making them a little difficult to pull apart like a big, oversized Cinnabon.
I do get a small blast of leather now. I have a fine Italian, custom made bass strap that will outlive the cockroaches and Twinkies. It retains that new leather smell no matter how many times I play in bars. That is the leather I am experiencing.
The body remains at just a tick above medium.
And then the flavors start taking turns leaving the safety of the complexity ball and move to the front of the line. Creaminess, coffee, butter, and toffee are one flavor now and they dominate everything.
The one thing missing from this cigar is the cinnamon that is always in a Nic puro. No baking spices to be seen. So we do have a singular identity.
This is my kind of cigar. As I write this, the strength swings for the big green monster. And now there is enough nicotine to dispel all attempts to think straight. So if you see me typing: do0903=4@#%^*I$F&&&#…..it’s the nicotine.
There is a tunnel…brightly lit…at the end of the tunnel are my dead relatives…they are motioning me…no…they are telling me to stay put and they like the group they have and don’t need me to screw things up. Sigh…
The cigar finishes out nicely. No harshness. No bitterness. Cool as a cuke. I’d nub it if it were not for the nuclear portion of nicotine. One last thing, the spice, which moved to the background at the beginning of the second third comes back in force in the last couple of inches.
This cigar is on my Chanukkah list. I would love to have this stick always in my humidor. Get yourself a 5 pack and see for yourself the master blending of Christian Eiroa and Robert Wright. I knew a musician would blow one out of the park for the Gipper.
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