According to the Trinidad folks, the Trinidad Habano Reserve Siglo VI is the newest and boldest version of the Trinidad line. The claim is that it is much stronger than the Dominican blend that preceded this one.
Construction is excellent starting with a dark brown wrapper with a light oily sheen and very toothy to the touch. Seams are tight and there are a lot of veins. The cap is superbly impeccable. And contains a nice long pigtail of almost 1”.
It is so cold here that since I removed the two cigars for photos, I have been listening to crackling sounds made by the wrapper. Of course, the window is open a bit for ventilation. It is a balmy 1° here in Milwaukee.
I clip the cap carefully. I remove it without removing any tobacco underneath. I only do this for photos.
One of the two sticks sees a wrapper separate and I quickly glue it. This will not be the sample reviewed and back it goes into my humidor.
I find aromas of strong cedar, sweetness and dried fruit along the shaft. There is a modicum of spice as well.
Time to light up.
The stick starts off with dueling banjos. There is a nice sweetness and its counterpart; strong red pepper. A real pepper bomb that makes my eyes water and forces me to sneeze a couple times.
The draw is great with smoke so thick I can no longer see the screen on my laptop. There is a wonderful cocoa flavor.
I recently added a caveat to my “About the Katman and How to Reach Me” on the home page. I smoke my review cigar as the very first stick of the day when my palate is sparkling fresh. So I taste shit that somewhere down the line of Cigar #4, I don’t, and can’t, taste. It is important that the reader knows this as I am often accused of overreacting to the cigar’s flavor. You want a great cigar experience; it comes in the form of your first cigar of the day. So choose wisely.
I’ve read other reviews and they missed what I’ve tasted completely. Either because it was not on a clean palate or they just couldn’t taste it. Most probably not on a clean palate.
The char line is dead nuts.
Here are the flavors in order: Sweetness, pepper, creaminess, cocoa, caramel, earthiness, raisin, and sweet cedar. Not bad for the first inch.
The cigar is jam packed and is a slow burner. Which is just fine with your Uncle Katman. The cigar is swimming in delicious flavors.
A sweet nutty flavor shows itself. It seems to be a combo of different nuts like cashew, hazelnut and marzipan.
The cocoa gets stronger as I begin the second third and I grab a Diet Coke for that beloved NYC egg cream experience.
Yesterday, I reviewed that Azan Premium White which goes for the exact same price as this Trinidad. Hands down, the Trinidad is a much superior cigar.
A crack forms just below the cap and there ain’t a damn thing I can do about it. Hopefully, it won’t spread. But in this Midwest weather, I just can’t control the temps. I have enough Boveda packs in the humidors plus some just to get the RH to 69%.
But this is one of those rare cases that I don’t care. It is not the cigar’s fault. And with the flavor bomb experience, I just hope it doesn’t spread.
The construction is good as the char line has been close to razor sharp this whole time.
The flavors shift a bit: Cocoa, creaminess, sweetness, nuttiness, caramel, raisin, fruit, coffee, leather, and sweet cedar; not to mention a deep, rich earthiness.
I’m well into the second third and approaching the halfway mark.
The strength hit dead center medium body from the get go and has stayed there this whole time. Not a hint of harshness or heat.
Good buddy, Marco Lebron, asked me to present my top 5 cigars. I told him that I could probably do that for 2013 but not for all time. I’ve written over 1700 reviews and my memory is failing as I see my 70’s looming large.
I’m positive my Hippie drug use, and my music, has kept me young at heart…and oh yes; stupid as well.
The cracked wrapper at the cap is just ruining my photos. It hasn’t gotten worse, but just lays there like my wife on our honeymoon.
The last flavor bomb this good that I have reviewed recently was the Primer Mundo La Hermandad. Now, that was a cigar to beat all other cigars. Check out the review!
The last third begins and if it is possible, it is even more of a flavor bomb than earlier. I was hesitant to review a cigar this size so early but it showed me.
I clip some of that nasty looking cap away. The sun is trying to show itself from behind the snow clouds giving me a chance to show in my photos how oily the cigar is.
If you check around, you can get this cigar a couple bucks cheaper than the price stated above. I demand that you get yourself some. And smoke it as your first cigar of the day so as to appreciate what it has to offer.
A couple inches to go. And the strength moves to medium/full. And only the slightest hint of nicotine. It is cool and not a sign of heat or harshness.
The cigar is very complex now. It took a while but it landed safely.
I highly recommend this cigar. It is a flavor bomb extraordinaire.
And now for something completely different:
Here is something all musicians can relate to. Before I went to Europe in 1974, I had a special bass cab made using Swedish plywood and 14 layers of it. This box could withstand a direct nuclear hit.
I put a huge 18” Altec Lansing speaker in it. It was a monster. And I used an amp by Peavey. So instead of using our space needed for our suitcases on the plane, I used my speaker and amp. Leaving us to leave on our adventure with strictly carry on.
Once I joined Curved Air six weeks into our trip, it was all a waste. The big instrument companies get in line to give you free equipment to use on tour.
It was the worst crap on the planet and the rep that traveled with us had to replace the stuff every other week.
The next tour, it was Fender. A big step up. But back then, they didn’t have the humongous stuff they have now. So we were underpowered for big stadiums and had to rely on going straight into the board.
I couldn’t take it anymore so I had management go out and buy me a huge Peavey rig. Remember that one? 750 Watts. With a bass reflex speaker and a bunch of small ones. It was a continent eater. I used that from then on. Never had a problem.
And after I got canned from the band over political reasons, it was these amps plus more that the roadies brought me to sell so I could survive. They even brought me guitar amps and keyboards. Always treat your roadies well and it will come back to you.
L-R: Darryl Way, Me, Sonja Kristina, Mick Jacques and on drums: Stewart Copeland.
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