This stick has been around since 2006. Blended by Pete Johnson and Jamie Garcia manufactured at My Father Cigars S.A.
The cigar comes in four sizes:
P1: Corona Gorda 5.625 x 46
P2: Robusto 5 x 50
P3: Toro 6 x 50
P4: Churchill 7 x 47
It is a mixed filler cigar with 60% medium sized fillers and 40% long fillers. And thus keeping the price very low. The mixed filler is leftovers from the Havana VI cigar.
Construction is rough. The consistency varies from cigar to cigar. But it is solid and no visible seams with loads of veins. There is some oiliness and is very smooth to the touch. The single cap is done well on most of the cigars.
I clip the cap and find aromas of earthiness, dark cocoa, sweetness, spice, strong citrus, and wood.
Time to light up.
This is not a typical Tatuaje where Garcia makes sure you are hit square in the puss with large amounts of spice. Here, the spice is at a nice level and doesn’t cover the other flavors.
The char line behaves and that surprises me on a sandwich filler cigar.
I begin the second third without much change. The earthiness dominates as the spice moves to the background.
At the halfway mark, flavors blossom. The lemon zest shines. And the spiciness returns. There is a new raisin component. The wood element is also very strong.
Clearly, this is not your daddy’s Tatuaje. But it isn’t bad. It appears that it took the first third to get things going.
Even though this is a very inexpensive cigar, the boys made sure it lived up to the quality control level of the regular line. The draw remains good. The char line is good. And the cap is in good shape.
This is the most lemony cigar I think I’ve tasted. The bit of creaminess completely disappears. The cigar is tangy.
Just past the halfway point, flavors get back into gear. Even the creaminess reappears. The spiciness returns stronger than it has ever been. To be honest, I didn’t expect much from this blend. But maybe more time and the flavor profile will be bolder near the beginning instead of halfway through the cigar.
I’ve had no problems with the stick which is a big plus.
The cigar finishes out with the return of creaminess and cocoa. The citrus is still very strong. So is the earthiness and wood components.
And now for something completely different:
The 1960’s was a great time to be a young man. And in So Cal, everyone worked part time at Disneyland in Anaheim. I applied but was told I’d have to shave my moustache. The Horror. Ooh The Horror! I wouldn’t do it.
So my friend, Skip, who already worked at Knott’s Berry Farm in Buena Park, got me a gig there. There were two sections of the park. We worked across Beach Blvd at the Independence Hall part. This was the kiddie area. We had a merry-go-round, a lake, row boats, a miniature train, and the Cordelia K….a miniature steamboat that sat around 50 people. And I was the captain.
No, it was not on a track. I got that question every time new passengers got on the boat. My reply was that the water was on a track, which got quizzical looks.
The boat’s trajectory was twice around the lake….First a tight circle around the small island, full of ducks, in the middle of the lake, and then one taking a wide berth.
It was a horrible job. The paddle wheels worked hard forcing huge torrents of water out their back side but it was really a diesel engine forcing that to happen, not a steam engine. I stood right in front of the engine, behind the wheel and man oh man, it got hot. Imagine having your back right against a huge diesel engine….Summers were torture.
Driving the boat was a one man job. I took the tickets, pushed the boat away from the dock, climbed in, and gunned it. If a lot of people were on the boat, making that first turn out of the dock was really difficult and I had to lean on the wheel so as not to ground the boat.
No one who ever rented a row boat knew how to row. They were all idiots. And since there were so many boats, they constantly got in my way. I would get on the bull horn and tell them to move which panicked them all.
I pulled on the loud steam whistle as I got closer and the row boat people would yell at me to go around. I laughed and maliciously aimed for the row boats. Sometimes, I would ram them causing screaming and fainting…..other times, I would cut back on the engine and walk on to the bow of the boat, with a gaffe, and push them out of the way, get back in the boat and continue the ride of ecstasy.
On one busy Easter, the boat was swamped with people. I had too much weight and couldn’t make the turn. I slammed the engine into reverse while turning the wheel. And then the wheel spun like a roulette wheel in my hands. The cable, controlling the steering, broke and I had no control.
I drifted right on to shore.
Thousands of people started taking pictures as I hit the emergency whistle alerting other employees that I was in trouble.
Several of my compadres lined the shore and I yelled, while standing on the bow, that the steering was broken. Two of them shook their heads and waded into the horrible black water they called the lagoon. The Black Lagoon.
I couldn’t believe this.
This water had absolutely no filtration system and in the Summer, residents for miles around, would complain about the stench. During those hot days, at least one employee would go home sick every day.
I jumped into the water and stood in 3 feet of muck from the ducks and God knows what else.
I moved my way to the back of the boat and met one of my fellow employees. We pushed the boat while another pushed at the bow. At one point, I lost my balance and slipped down into the Black Lagoon….completely submerged in that stinky water. I came up to see tourists in the boat laughing and taking my picture.
We got it to the dock and I pulled myself out and rolled on to the wood slats like a beached whale. Totally exhausted. The applause was deafening but I was in no mood for taking bows.
The three of us had personally saved the Cordelia K from major harm and the owner of the boat rewarded us with a trip across the street to the main park. And then to its men’s store, where we were bought new jeans and shirts. No new shoes of course. And then sent back to work. So for the rest of the day, I stunk to high heaven.
On my last day there, I decided to pull a prank. I gunned the boat at an unsafe speed with people on it. Then I turned it around and went the wrong way around the island. I turned it around again and at max speed, I drove it right through the dock missing the edges by inches. The crowd gasped.
Word got around the main park that a crazy man was at the helm of the Cordelia K.
I brought her home and went into the ticket office and clocked out. Our manager, who was off that day, heard about it and told everyone that if he ever saw me again, he would kill me. LOL!
A couple years later, my girlfriend, who worked at the “Pitcher Gallery”, where you could dress up and have a tin type photo taken….took me to employee night at the park. Everything was free. We got on the log flume ride and as I got in, I saw my old manager as he helped us into the log. By this time, my looks had changed and I had my huge fro. I hoped he wouldn’t recognize me.
As it took off, he leaned over and said, “Make sure you drive it the right way.” I burst into laughter and off we went.
This photo was taken in 1967 and that’s me at the wheel. Clearly, they adjusted the color of the water for the photo; because it is blue (instead of the real color: black) in the photo. It was a post card they sold at the gift shops.
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