Wrapper: Undisclosed
Binder: Undisclosed
Filler: Undisclosed
Size: 6 x 52 “Toro”
Body: Full
Price: $6.00-Or-Less than $2 at Cigarauctioneer.com

I am making an educated guess based on a recent review of La Aurora Escogidos.

There isn’t a shred of information about this cigar anywhere which leads me to believe one thing: This is a PDR event cigar and/or the stick given to tourists when they take the tour at the PDR factory in the Dominican Republic.

The La Aurora Escogidos, at Famous Smoke, has the exact same purpose. And oddly, only Famous Smoke carries both of them. The Escogidos are available in one size, the Robusto.
The 1939 is only available in the Toro size.

But here is the monkey wrench. The Escogidos is a medium bodied cigar. The 1939 is a full bodied cigar which may not appeal to every tourist.

That aside, I got a 10 pack of the 1939 cigars on cigarauctioneer.com for $16. They appear a couple times per week on auction and that is the only sane way to get them. If you go to the Famous Smoke page, it is nutsy coo coo. It says a 10 pack is $120. Underneath that, it says a 10 pack is $60. Underneath that it says a single is $12.
WTF?

The Escogidos are in Natural and Maduro. I like these cigars so much that I bought them right from the Famous site. A bundle of 20 goes for $45. This week, the Maduro is on sale for $40. So instead of paying $1.60 on auction, I am paying $2. Big deal.

The 1939 is also available in a couple of Famous samplers that show beneath the ridiculous pricing on the sales page.

While the Escogidos show the leaf stats, there is no info on the 1939.

On with the review.

Construction is solid and on the rustic side. Giant veins and baby bear veins. It looks like a triple cap. The wrapper is the color of caramel with a side dish of oiliness and tooth. Seams vary from cigar to cigar but nothing out of bounds.

I clip the cap and find aromas of sweetness, caramel, Indian spices such as cumin and coriander, bitter almond, fruity, leather, wood, and a small dose of cocoa.
Time to light up.

The draw is spot on. Plumes of smoke rise like angels dancing on my genitals.

And then a big dose of red pepper. Ha Cha Cha. Alongside this is a bevy of flavors: cocoa, sweetness, caramel, leather and citrus.

I have to be right on this. There is no reason for an inexpensive cigar to be this potent in the flavor profile unless it was meant to represent the work of the blender: Abe Flores.

The char line is wavy with that infamous V which means if I don’t stop it, it will canoe on me. This is the first of 5 I’ve already smoked where this happened. Go figure.

The cigar is delicious and already the strength is pushing medium/full.

The woody element looms large. I can’t tell what kind of wood it is. I must admit I have issues with determining the difference between oak and other specific woods. Of course, I can tell hickory from mesquite but the subtle woods give me trouble.

The caramel and sweetness and the spiciness make this a wonderful trifecta of flavors and it shouldn’t be long now. All we need is the creaminess and “Here’s Johnnnnnnny!”

I am sure of one thing. If this is indeed an event cigar or tourist cigar, it is a Dominican puro.
The ash is hanging tough.

I strongly suggest you keep an eye out on cigarauctioneer.com, daily, for this cigar. I would go as high as $3-$4 a stick if word got out.

I’m lucky this morning. The sun is shining. The temp is going up to a balmy 50° and the sun makes the oiliness of the cigar shimmer.

The ash is behaving admirably since the early touch up and the construction is holding up nicely.

As I said earlier, should you choose to snag some of these sticks, let them rest for a good three weeks. Magic happens. I wish there was some other sane way of purchasing these other than cigarauctioneer. Buying them on Famous is schizophrenic…with the differing, and ridiculous, pricing.

The second third begins and I get my wish of the addition of creaminess. Now we’re talking. I’m in such a good mood, I am going to dredge up a real dirty rock n roll story for the end of the review.

At the halfway point of the second third, the flavors explode and we have flavor bomb status. The caramel, creaminess, spice, cocoa, sweetness, wood, nuts, and fruit soar like an eagle.

Once in a while I find myself left with only the well-aged cigars in my humidor. Bad planning on my part. I’ve left these cigars alone and while I wait for a big shipment of recently purchased cigars to arrive, I get to feast on the sticks I was patient with.

I am at the halfway point and the strength has downsized to medium.

I can’t begin to tell you what a delicious cigar this is. If it was a blind taste test, I’d swear it was a $7 stick, or better.

Since, cigarauctioneer only puts up one unit at a time, I will lay back from bidding and allow my lovely readers to get their bushel. I want more of these. They run neck and neck with the La Aurora Escogidos for flavor, character, balance, and price point. I bought bundles of the Escogidos in both natural and maduro and they should be here soon. And then the hard part, letting them rest for a month. I haven’t tried the maduro because for some reason cigarauctioneer doesn’t put them up for auction; just the naturals.

The last third begins. Flavors are just swimming. The balance is perfect. A very long finish. And loads of nuance and character.

The char line has been dead nuts since the early issues. The cap is so well done that not a single piece of detritus has come loose. I usually clip the cap by the halfway point because I don’t think you want to see my drool from chomping in the photos.

The strength remains at medium bodied. But nicotine begins to ram home.

The nicotine ramps up exponentially. I have the spins. The strength returns to medium/full. But the flavors shine through.
I finish the cigar slowly and relish every last puff. And in the last 1-1/2”, it moves to full bodied.
Go get some.

And now for something completely different:

The chick singer in Curved Air was bi-sexual. She started off her career playing as a single in coffee houses in London. She was discovered and got a lead role in the London production of “Hair.” That would have been around 1968.

If you’ve seen “Hair” you know there is this “shocking” nude scene (lol), where a huge canopy of a parachute is spread across the stage held up by naked men and women. The music crescendos and they drop the parachute and just stand there while the music plays.

The chick, just before they went on stage, would go around to all the guys and pull on their johnsons to give them a boner. No one seemed to care.

After a year of this, she tired of the production and got an offer to be a Playboy bunny at the London Playboy Club.
It was there she really maxed out her bisexuality.

Early in my tenure with the band, I used to listen to stories that the singer would tell us about doing it with 2 or 3 girls at once. All Bunnies. It drove the band nuts.

And when we played London, the bunnies would come backstage and the band would just drool uncontrollably. She would promise to invite us to their little bacchanal but it never seemed to happen until one night….

One of the bunnies took a liking to me and asked the singer if I could come along..so to speak.
YEAH!!!

There were three women and me. We went back to a bunny’s plush home. (They made really good bread in tips.)

They told me to lay on the huge circular bed ala Austin Powers.

And they undressed me. I was still wearing my stage get up. My girlfriend had hand stitched dozens of suede leather patches together to make my bell bottom pants.

They struggled getting them off because I would naturally sweat under those hot stage lights for the two hours we played.
One grabbed a pair of scissors and I screamed, “STOP!!!” It took my girlfriend two months to make those pants and I would have no explanation coming home with shredded pants. It was very difficult to be loyal to one woman when one is a rock god.

This was the first time I had ever been with more than woman. And I had 3!!

I told the girls that this was my first time. And they laughed. But were very gentle. They even did a strip tease for me as I lay naked on the bed.

I never thought about baseball as much as I did then.

And then in one grand swoosh, two of them jumped on the bed and I got some of the best head in the world. And that was something because my girlfriend was a master at it.

I grabbed the blankets and closed my eyes…”Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, etc.”

Sensing I was going to lose it they changed the game. All three were on the bed doing nasty things to themselves. One was playing with herself and the other two were…well, you get the idea.

I pushed my pillow up so I could take it all in. What a sight!

Then the chick singer worked on me and I lost it. Not a drop spilled.

I was only 24 so it only took me 10 minutes to be ready again. And now I became an aggressive partner. To this day, my jaw still hurts.

This went on all night long. From 1am to 6am. I finally just passed out. And so did the girls. I woke up with the sun shining on my face from the adjacent window. I looked around me and there were three naked girls sleeping peacefully. Man, this is why I wanted to play bass.

The free magazine, Melody Maker had come out that morning and one of the girls made a run for Danish and coffee. She picked up a Melody Maker.

The review of last night’s performance was there. One girl read the whole thing to us. We got an A+ review. And I got mentioned as possibly the greatest bass player alive.

Could this have been any better? Yes it could. After we ate and had our coffee, I was given one more trip around the world. And then I just collapsed. I couldn’t move. They had to help me dress. I was going to feel really silly going outside in my leather pants and showy blue shirt with belled sleeves and beads attached to the collar.

I didn’t care. I grabbed a taxi and headed home. My girlfriend was out shopping so I grabbed a quick shower and got into my civvies.

I laid a bull shit story on her why I didn’t come home and she bought it.

I later found out that none of the other guys in the band ever got to bathe in Caligula’s shadow.

Man, I loved rock n roll.

The infamous suede leather patch pants:

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