Martinez Flatiron No. 6 | Cigar Review

Wrapper: Ecuadorian Shade Grown Habano
Binder: Nicaraguan Broadleaf
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 5 x 50 “Robusto-Box Pressed”
Body: Medium/Full
Price: $8.00 by the box




A small batch cigar made in NYC. The late Don Antonio was at the helm of the business that produces seven blends:
New York City Blend, Gold Series, Don Antonio Escogido Natural, Don Antonio Escogido Maduro, Pasión, Flatiron Natural, and Flatiron Maduro.

The filler is a proprietary blend of 5 year old Nicaraguan leaves.
All of the blends can be purchased on the Martinez web site.

From the Martinez web site:
“Antonio Genaro Martinez (1947-2002) was known to everyone as Don Antonio. When he emigrated from the tiny town of Tamboríl in the Dominican Republic, he brought with him a vast wealth of knowledge and incredible talent for making some of the finest cigars imaginable.

“Every day we do our best to honor his memory and tradition. We hope that he would be proud of what Martinez Cigars has become.

“Since 1974, Martinez Hand Rolled Cigars Factory has produced some of the very finest cigars available anywhere in the world. All Martinez Cigars are made by hand in our factory in midtown New York City. We proudly maintain the tradition begun by our founder, Don Antonio Martinez, honoring his talents, skills and memory.”

I want to thank the Martinez family.

My own comment is that this was a young man. He died at the age of 55. In my book, that is way too young. If you are looking at this from the other end of the age scale, one day you will realize how quickly time flies. And when you look in the mirror when you are 60, you don’t recognize the man you see because you feel the same as when you were 30.


The cold has done a little damage to the wrappers. But basically, this is a finely constructed cigar. A very sharp box press. Tight seams. Small veins. A cap so well done I cannot tell how many there are. The wrapper is a light brown with a matte finish and very smooth to the touch.

The cigar band is a beautifully portrayed panorama of NYC with an impressive front side showing the name of the cigar and the blend.

I clip the cap and find aromas of spice, earthiness, dried fruit, and sweetness.
Time to light up.

The first puffs are very sweet tobacco. The draw is good. Smoke pours from the foot. And then a moment late, spice enters the arena. Black pepper. The sweetness is something else. Totally dominating the flavor profile at this early stage.

Creaminess arrives in time to tame some of the spice. The pepper morphs into two spices; both black and red. And continues in an upward direction.

Thee cigar adds coffee to its list of flavors; as well as some cocoa. This blend ain’t putzing around. It gets right down to it.

You can probably buy these in selected B & M’s. But the web site has no such list. So it just may be that the only place you can purchase these cigars is on the Martinez web site. They certainly seem to have every cigar for sale.

I’m enjoying this stick. The Nicaraguan leaves are providing some wonderful flavors and the Ecuadorian wrapper is giving it some snap!

Caramel shows itself. And something fruity. I’ll get it.

The char line is behaving itself beautifully and not requiring any touch ups.

A strong cedar and some leather show up to join forces with the rest of the flavors. This is already a mild flavor bomb and I’ve barely hit the 1” mark. Unless something remarkable changes, I will probably recommend this cigar.

The pepperiness is moved to the back field. It lets you know it’s there, but barely. The candy bar nature of this stick is what shines now.

I begin the second third and all burners are flaming. Like me. Here are the flavors: Sweetness, creaminess, cocoa, coffee, caramel, cedar, nuts, leather, and a newly added herbal note. This is pretty impressive.

The caramel has to share the stage with some butterscotch.

Why did I not know about this cigar? What is wrong with me? I’m an old man for chrissakes and I should know these things. LOL.

I love this cigar and want to try the other 7 blends. It may take a while but the site lets you buy them in 5 packs and boxes. What is very classy is that the 5 pack price is very close to what the single cigar costs for a box. Instead of jacking up the price a buck or two per cigar, it’s pretty close dead nuts even.

I hit the halfway mark and the cigar is bursting with flavor. It is also finding its complex core. It is rich and balanced. Chewy with a long finish. The fruit is black cherry.

To the Martinez family: Where have you been in my life? This is a great cigar. This is the kind of cigar that can ruin you for other cigars.

The char line requires a minor touch up.

The last third begins and the cigar is cruising on its richness of character, the balance, the bombardment of flavors, and its long finish. I take a lot of water sips as it washes over my palate bringing those great flavors to the explosion point.

Time to remove the band. Not a hitch. Good on ya’ Martinez family. So far, there has been next to nothing in terms of construction issues. Whoever rolled these cigars knew exactly what they are doing.

The strength has been classic medium bodied throughout the smoke. I’ve yet to see signs of more strength but I have a couple inches to go.

The last third finishes with a move towards medium/full with only the slightest of nicotine kick. There is nothing not to like about this cigar. I am happy to know that I still have 4 left in my humidor waiting for the right time. This cigar is a real treat and you should try some.

And now for something completely different:

A little rock n roll…1975.

I know a lot of you tire of my ex rock god stories. But they are fun for me to re-live. And my musician readers can relate.
Normally, Curved Air headlined those big arenas in England and Europe; but on occasion we supported a world class band; like Jethro Tull.

Let me say this: Ian Anderson is a tool. Like Frank Zappa, he never did drugs, did not approve of drugs, did not allow his band mates to use drugs and looked down his nose on anyone that used drugs. And by drugs, I am talking about the Hippie drugs: weed and hashish. In Europe, weed was almost never seen because of the climate and the difficulty to smuggle.

Meanwhile, hash had more bang for the buck in terms of smuggling, and worth more.

Amsterdam was always our first stop of a 6-8 week tour on the Continent. We stocked up on hash and weed. And damn near smoked it all on the way back to the hotel. LOL.

Somewhere in Europe, we hooked up with Jethro Tull for 4 gigs. It was just the two of us on the bill.

We met the band and all was going well. We jammed with them for hours on end prior to sound checks. It was a lot of fun. Especially, since Tull was kind of jazzy because of Anderson’s flute and our violinist and our keys player. All classically trained. Things got wild. Anderson loved us because of our musicianship. I had a great time trading riffs with their bassist, Jeffrey Hammond. I showed him how to play like Stanley Clarke and he showed me Jethro Tull riffs.

And then it became a dark and stormy night.

Each night, the band, except for Anderson, would hunker down in Curved Air’s dressing room; prior to the concert, and smoke some dope with us. Our band leader, Darryl the violinist, never did drugs either, but had an enlightened view of things. He drank like a fish and enjoyed us as we got our goof on.

On the third night, we could hear Anderson SCREAMING for his band mates. The guys made a quick exit through a second door just as Anderson entered our dressing room. He smelled the pot and saw us smoking da’ herb mon. He was livid and infuriated.
He said, “I know my guys were in here smoking dope with you. Where did they go?” His face was beet red…and breathing hard.

We just shook our heads and hunched our shoulders in response…with a stoner’s blank expression of “I don’t know, dude.”
Off he went.

He never found them smoking. They had clustered somewhere else and completely denied smoking dope when Ian Anderson found them. This really put me off on Anderson. It wasn’t like they were shooting heroin.

The next night, the boys were back in town; or rather, back in our dressing room having a good time. We laughed like idiots for the longest time and then Anderson walked in and caught them red handed.

He screamed like a banshee. Now here were some of the most famous rock n roll guys in the world, at the time, and they cowered under the idiocy of their band leader.

They all retreated to their own dressing room and then Anderson started in on us.

Before he got too far, all five of us gave him the finger and told him to fuck off. Spittle was coming from his mouth and this stopped his tirade dead in the water. He stared at us for a moment and turned heels and left.

He didn’t allow us a sound check that night. Bastardo!

And we were never allowed to tour with them again. Methinks a whole lot of bands never toured with Jethro Tull twice.

That skinny bloke on the far left is me and the other skinny bloke on the far right is Stewart Copeland of The Police:


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1 reply

  1. Well Kat this review really put a smile on my face! Talk about reminiscing. I live in NYC and when in my early 20’s (long time ago) I used to be a truck driver making deliveries in Manhattan. Well I used to stop by this shop watching the father roll cigars! He would sell me freshly rolled panatelas for 2.00 a piece! and man they were delicious! Just the other day I was thinking about him and wondering if he was still around. The shop used to be on 10th ave. It was a little hole in the wall of a shop with baled of tobacco all around the shop! But I guess that’s all changed. Well after reading this review I definitely will be visiting his son! I’m really happy you posted this review, you got me excited!
    Much love to you brother!

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