From Cigar Aficionado’s web site:
“The blend on the 2012 release is the same as in past years: a Pennsylvanian maduro broadleaf wrapper around a bunch of Nicaraguan filler and binder tobacco—with one special change. “The exception,” said creative director Anthony Jimenez, “is that we added one additional leaf of ligero, giving the cigar a bigger, bolder flavor.”
“The Decade Edición Limitada comes in three sizes: 5.5 X 52, 6 X 52) and Torpedo 6.25 X 52. The price range is $10.75-$12.25.
This is the third limited production blend starting in 2010. The 2010 torpedo received a 90 rating in Cigar Aficionado.
Only 500 boxes are produced each year. They are manufactured at the El Paraiso factory in Honduras.
The difference between the regular Decade and the Limitada is that the original has an Ecuadorian Sumatran wrapper. And instead of being box pressed, is round. This year’s blend has an added leaf of ligero.
The stick is so dark brown it is almost charcoal in color. Construction is good. One seam is visible but the rest are not. Lots of veins. A superb triple cap. The oil shimmers in the sunlight. Except I have no sunlight today. And the wrapper feels very toothy.
I like the triple band concept. At close inspection, the bands are very ornate. The lettering is slightly raised. And sparkles. The foot band goes another way. It is standard shiny paper.
I clip the cap and find aromas of dark chocolate, spice, espresso, barnyard and sweet jam at the shaft.
Thanks to my buddy Bobby C. for the samples.
Time to light up.
The first puffs are full of chocolate and sweetness. The draw is excellent. Let’s see how the PA Broadleaf affects the flavor.
Black pepper shows up and begins to build. Immediately, I get some burn issues and I try to nip it in the bud. But it has one of those strange burns where a V begins to burn above the char line.
The spice becomes red pepper. And the tip of my tongue feels it.
Nearing the second third, the primary flavor is red pepper. And then some creaminess shows up. It amazes me how some cigars bolt from the gate snorting and ready to go. While others need the first third, or so, to deliver the blender’s intent.
I begin the second third and the burn issues go away. Nice char line now.
Flavors are not booming. Very subtle notes of cocoa, creaminess, leather, black cherry, and black licorice.
I stop what I am doing and read a few reviews of guys I admire. They had the exact same experience as I am having now. Not a lot of flavor. Burn issues. And when I go to the big online stores, none of them allude to a single specific flavor.
So what are we talking about here? A bold spicy cigar mostly devoid of any sort of exciting flavors. We are supposed to marvel at the tobacco flavor. $11.00 is a lot of dough to marvel at a well-constructed cigar with a minimalist approach to flavor. Leave it to Rocky Patel to disappoint me.
I haven’t paid attention and I passed the second third and am at the halfway point. Waiting. Waiting.
I was really looking forward to this cigar. And the plan was to smoke it and write the review. If I liked it a lot, I would go back and do the research and give you folks all sorts of info you could care less about. But since I am less than impressed with this cigar, you will have to go somewhere else to read about the birth of this cigar. I have other things to do now that I’ve smoked $5.50 worth of cigar and could care less if I finish it.
Nothing has changed. Yeah, I’m harsh. Not like the A List reviewers who are tight with Patel. They find a way to take the same information and make it sound pleasing. Not me. I’m a hard ass.
The last third begins with the strength going from medium to medium/full. The spiciness becomes stronger and absolutely no change to the flavor profile. Which is mild at best.
I have a good Eddie Munster story after the review to make things all worthwhile. You can laugh at my miserable misfortune. And dysfunctional relationship with Butch.
The hell with it. I am bored stiff with this cigar. Sorry. Time to put the stick down and move on with my life.
After Rocshire Records was whisked off to prison by the F.B. I., my Butch Patrick “Whatever Happened to Eddie?” project came to a dead stop. We had sold 181,000 units in the second quarter and were on a roll. Up to now, we were traveling the country doing TV shows and radio to promote events. Since this was a Milli Vanilli project and there was no real band, all we could do is have Butch show up, they played the record and he would sign autographs. We had a great 8 x 10 promo photo.
I approached Universal Studios, who owned “The Munsters,” and asked for their help. They showed me the door. Ass hats. I had already done most of the work. I produced the record. I wrote, produced, and directed the music video. I wrote a movie script.
So now I was losing everything, my money, my house into foreclosure, I would lose my car, and my recording studio partner embezzled us out of business and I would soon be homeless.
The original idea of the song, and the project, was to get Butch Patrick back on TV in his own show. The movie script was written with a partner who was an award winning writer in Australia. It was a good one, along the lines of The Monkees, where Eddie & The Monsters are teen heart throbs; even though they were in their late 20’s.
Behind my back, Butch had a meeting with Anne Beats. Anne was one of the original writers for Saturday Night Live and was a real going concern in Hollywood. Butch showed her the script, our music video and the record. Ann promised to peruse it all and asked Butch to come back in 2 days.
Meanwhile, Butch never said a word to me. I was in financial ruin. And Universal picking up the show would have saved me.
Butch returned in two days with high hopes.
Anne told him they loved the concept. I can only imagine Butch’s response.
She went on and on about the script, the music video and the record ad nauseam.
And then she dropped the bomb: “Butch. You won’t be in it.”
Apparently, Butch threw a temper tantrum and drove directly to my house to whine. I was having a late lunch of spaghetti.
He told me what he did. NO apologies. And then asked for my help. I screamed at him that if he had brought me in, I could have sold her on the idea of using him.
He was pacing back and forth in my living room with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. A constant muttering of a drunken fool.
And then I snapped. I could not take this level of high treason and I threw the plate of spaghetti right at him, covering him in pasta and red sauce.
I screamed at him to get out, and he did.
So, as it turns out, Anne made 2 pilot episodes of “Eddie and the Monsters.” Butch said they were both duds.
The studio rejected them.
But then Universal had the great idea to resurrect the original Munsters with all new actors. It ran in syndication for two years before it was yanked. It was horrible. Only Fred Gwynne could play Herman. John Schuck was a poor substitute.
So that was the end. I only received a first quarter royalty check of $900. The second quarter check of almost $50K was in the wind because Rocshire was no more..
My life changed dramatically after this.
To be continued…..
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