Wrapper: Ecuadorian Habano
Filler: Honduran, Nicaraguan
Size: 5.25 x 52 “Edmundo”
Price: $14.00-$17.00 (Much Cheaper in the Montecristo Operation Hope 4 Pack)
These stogies were blended in honor of the 75th anniversary of the year Alonso Menendez founded the Montecristo brand in Havana, Cuba.
Jose Seijas is the man behind the blending wheel on this one.
The cigar was released in at the 2009 IPCPR trade show. Supposedly, a limited production cigar, it seems to be everywhere.
I got mine by purchasing a 4 pack box called Montecristo Operation Hope 4 Pack with Slimline V Cut Cigar Sampler from cigarauctioneer.com. I paid $24 for it. On the Famous Smoke web site, the box goes for $40. A good deal either way. The box includes some interesting blends:
1 Montecristo 75th Edmundo Natural (5.25 x 52)
1 Montecristo Classic #2 (BP) Natural (6.12 x 52)
1 Montecristo Negra Belicoso Maduro (6.12 x 52)
1 Montecristo Slimline V-Cutter Double Blade Chrome
1 Montecristo White Toro Natural (6 x 54)
I would nab one of these if you can. All of these cigars cost double digits and $24 is a damn good price.
I don’t think you will find me paying $14 for one cigar. And that’s on sale. Other prices go up to $17.
I tired the V cutter and damn near destroyed the cap. It’s a piece of junk…But it’s pretty.
The cigar is beautiful. A mosaic of veins making it look like something from Google Earth. The dark Ecuadorian wrapper is very oily with a very smooth finish. The triple cap is a bit sloppy.
The cigar band is very nice with the usual Monte logo in brown and below it on a white field are the gold letters of the blend: “75th Aniversario Desde 1935.”
There are very few reviews of this cigar. None of the A Listers decided to review it. So a B lister will do it for them.
It is a terribly dreary day and I’m sick of this weather like millions of others all over the country who write cigar reviews with shitty cameras and need sunlight.
This is a real beaut of a cigar and every detail should show but the forecast is dim for the next few weeks. I’m dying to smoke it and I only have this one.
I clip the cap and find aromas of cocoa, coffee, sweetness, nuts, and leather.
Time to light up.
The first puffs have a nice mixture of nuts and cocoa. A sweetness that turns the nut element into a pecan flavor. The draw is a bit tight. Feels like there might be a small plug above the cigar band. I use my cigar awl about 2” through the cap and all is well.
I must hijack this review for a moment and tell you that you must read my review of the Spectre by AJ Fernandez I wrote yesterday. It is by far, the most bizarre cigar I have ever smoked.
OK back to the Monte. There is a modicum of spiciness forming. A combo of black and red pepper. The flavor profile is dominated by an earthy, meaty flavor.
At the ¾” point, the cigar expands like the universe, without Pluto. There is a wonderful leather flavor and strong cedar component. The cocoa is very slim…like me.
The cigar is so jam packed that it burns verrrrryyyy slooooowwwww.
There is a fruity element about halfway through the first third. And the pecan is joined by a smooth peanut flavor. The fruit is a combo of fresh and dried. The fresh is apple. The dried is apple. Or maybe it’s the other way around…I’m not sure.
The red pepper marches on Christian soldiers to even a higher level. The earthiness has its own flavor. Smooth, dirty, full of worms, a couple pieces of kitty doo doo, and a deep balance that guides this cigar’s future. (Cue the French horns)
The body from the start has been classic medium. I enter the second third.
This is a lot of dough for one cigar. I don’t expect many of you will be buying it at this price but remember that I got a four pack of small batch blends on cigarauctioneer.com for only $24. I checked the background and the price for it ran from $19-$40. So be smart. It’s a nice little package and makes a great gift for a friend or your little baby girl.
The second third develops some wonder…Goddamit!…I dropped the cigar on the floor and that nice long ash that was developing went to pieces. &^$$^*(*^%$@@$*_+!!!!!!
As I was saying, the second third develops some wonderful creaminess and at the same time the cocoa gets dark; that’s how I like my women…and an espresso shows up and complements the whole schlimazel.
Godamm it, shit, fuck, piss, cunt, whore, bitch, ass wipe, douche bag.
I’m OK now. Sorry.
The flavors really explode at this point. Flavors, in descending order: Creaminess, cocoa, coffee, sweetness, dried fruit, nuts, leather, cedar, and a terrific earthiness.
I would like to have another please. (As I hold my empty bowl up). I would rather bid on another Hope pack than pay $14 for this stick. In fact…ooh, ooh…they have three different variations on the 4 pack right now. Instead of four cigars, one has three but adds a lighter. And the price point is spot on. Here is the link: Montecristo Operation Hope.
I hit the last third and the cigar is a flavor bomb. This stick is blasting away on 8 cylinders. What a great cigar this has become. I’m sure with a whole bunch of humidor time; this cigar will be even greater. If all I taste is potential, then the folks at Montecristo did a wonderful job…or more specifically, Jose Seijas. He has his own cigar for sale and available on CI…I think. I did review it and it was terrific.
The slow burn has caused the smoking time to be well over an hour to get to the last third. And now I want it to slow down even more.
The stick finishes out smoothly and tastefully. Go grab one of those Montecristo Operation Hope 4 Packs before they disappear.
And now for something completely different:
It was all gone. Everything…the recording studio, the production company, my house, and they were looking for my car.
Rocshire Records’ owner embezzled $15 million from Hughes Aircraft to keep the record company going.
I had a production deal with the record company which meant I did all the work and hand them a finished product. All they had to do was distribute it.
I produced a single. I wrote, produced and directed the music video. I oversaw the photography of the single’s cover. I had all the promo 8 x 10’s made. So, I got 25 back from each single sold from the very start.
The first quarter it was released it sold 3600 copies. I got something like $900. The next quarter it sold a bit over 200,000 singles. Which meant I had $50K coming to me.
Days before that was to happen, the FBI swooped in on Rocshire and shut them down. I got zip, nada, nothing…you get the idea. I was now flat broke.
I pleaded with Universal Studios to take the project over since they owned the rights to the Munsters anyway. They said no and then went behind my back and produced a few TV shows based on my concept of Eddie and the Monsters starring Butch Patrick. Well..that’s another story for another time.
My house went into foreclosure, I lost the studio and then I met up with an old friend while in a club. His name was Eric Almeroth. He had a four piece band based out of Lake Tahoe, Ca. But they were down in Long Beach visiting and playing out a bit.
These guys were really good. They excelled at doing the hard “Who” songs. Erick played guitar and violin. There was a drummer, bassist, and keys. And they all sang wonderfully.
They had a guy who did their sound and humped their gear. He was terrible at the sound and I told Eric, who I went to high school with, that he should let me do the sound one night and show them what could be done. He allowed it.
Well, I had just spent an eon behind the mixing board of a studio. So that night, I made them sound like rock stars. They had a regular coterie of fans that followed them everywhere…even to Tahoe. Everyone was shocked at how good they sounded.
They made me a deal to manage them and needing something to occupy my blistering mind, I accepted. We spent a couple months in Long Beach and then it was back to Tahoe.
I kept my 1981 Datsun station wagon..top of the line and gorgeous. Tahoe in Spring is gorgeous. The band started playing gigs immediately. We all lived in Eric’s house with his wife, Terry, and young daughter, Lilly. The whole band. I slept on the floor in a sleeping bag. I was officially homeless.
For the few months prior to hitting Tahoe, I bounced around to friends’ homes to sleep at night and spent more than a few nights sleeping in my car. Thank goodness it was So Cal and the weather was mild.
Rojo’s was the club to play on the South Shore. It was a dive but had a basement full of boulder walls. A nice bandstand and room for 150 people.
We had just finished our first sound check when in she walked. I had been hearing about this for days. The band had a friend in Tahoe that they wanted to set me up with. She was German, though. Real German. Her name was Charlotte von Reichardt. Yikes.
I was apprehensive.
The band was sitting in a half circle booth when the brown haired beauty walked in. She was tall and thin and not from Ipanema. She sat down. We were introduced and we shook hands. She shook hands like a man and I wasn’t sure I’d have any feeling in it any time soon.
She spoke. “)(^@%)_*%###&()))&%$#@#%_+++_)*%#!!@$%”
Holy shit! This broad was worse than a drunken sailor. What a potty mouth. Every other word was “fuck. But she was funny too. And very likable.
The spark had been lit.
She got tired of waiting for me to ask her out so she asked me to dinner. I accepted and then had to cancel the next day as the band was going into the recording studio.
So we finally managed to go out and to a fine Swiss restaurant. Charlotte drank like a fish…wine. I don’t drink. Never have. Runs in the family. Two glasses of anything and I just want to lie down and go to sleep.
But I didn’t want to look the wuss so I got stinkin’ drunk. After dinner, we went to a casino and saw the all black rock band, The Bus Boys. I knew them. They recorded in the same small studio as The Attitude did and we hung out a lot. They played on our tunes and we on theirs.
The Bus Boys are best known for their appearance in the 1982 film 48 Hrs., in which they performed their songs “New Shoes” and “The Boys Are Back in Town” A follow-up song, “Cleanin’ Up the Town,” written for the soundtrack to the 1984 film “Ghostbusters,” was a minor hit for the group, reaching #68 on Billboard.
So I bragged to Charlotte about this. After their first set, I told her I’d introduce her to the leader of the band. I walked on stage and said hi and this guy didn’t know me from Adam. I had to remind him…over and over about the bands and the studio and the producer and he finally got it. He was less than overwhelmed. I felt two feet tall.
Charlotte drove us to her home and I don’t remember a damn thing after that….
To be continued….
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