There isn’t a lick of information on this cigar anywhere. Not even on the Tatuaje web site. But I have a secret friend that got me a bunch of these sticks on the sly. Before they went on sale. And have been marinating torturously in my humidor for a little less than two weeks. I cannot take it anymore. The review starts now.
The last inexpensive Tatuaje I reviewed was the Tatuaje Series P which was about the same price but a short filler cigar. It was an OK cigar. At one week of humidor time, it was about the same with 4 months humidor time.
At the moment, the only size available is the Robusto. After the 2014 IPCPR trade show, there will be a 5.5 x 58, 6.12 x 52 torpedo, and an 8 x 50 Toro.
The cigars are made at Tabacalera Cubana in Nicaragua. This is the factory used by Garcia before he built his My Father Factory.
Here we go. For a change, Milwaukee has horrible weather and it is raining cats and dogs and we need the lights on in the house just to see because of the dark and foreboding clouds. So if the photos suck…they suck.
A wonderful, oily, dark coffee bean colored wrapper. Seams are tight but not invisible. Lots of veins. It is either a double or triple cap. In some cases, the construction is so flawless, that it is impossible to see any cap striations. The wrapper is very smooth to the touch. The stick is fairly packed but could maybe use a bit more tobacco. A couple soft spots are found on my entire stash.
The cigar band is very simple and to the point. I wanted to compare the two bands in a photo but I donated 50 cigars for Operation Cigars for Warriors and the few Series P I had left were in that package. This is something you should do. Click on Cigars for Warriors to be taken to the web site. It is even a tax write off.
I clip the cap and find aromas of gingery spice, cocoa, dark black cherries, dried fruit, coffee with cream, cedar, and leather.
Time to light up.
I can tell right away that this is a downsized Tatuaje. It is not one of his finest blends that run for $10. But for the $5 price ticket, it is very good.
The cocoa element is very strong. The strength of the cigar is medium bodied. The burn line is impeccable.
Transitions of flavor come slowly. At a little over the 1” mark, creaminess comes on board. Along with a strong cedar and leather presence.
And with that stupid remark, the flavor profile widens out. Here it is: Red pepper, creaminess, cocoa, coffee, cedar, leather, black cherry, ginger, toastiness, and a yeasty element.
I believe the cigar is beginning to show up in online stores now and they are keeping to the MSRP of $5 a stick. Who ‘da thunk that a good Tatujae would go for $5? This blend is much better than the Series P short filler and for only a buck or so more. Now that the flavor profile is abundant with variety, I am almost sure that this stick is intended to take the place of the Series P at some point. Why buy a $4 Series P when you can have a Tattoo Caballero for $5?
P was a noble venture but just didn’t quite get there. It was really good after a couple weeks humidor time but the longer time it spent in my humidor, the more blah it became. It is not supposed to happen that way.
The second third begins and the stick is wonderful. Since I am on a budget, I won’t be able to buy a box until the beginning of June. I hope they are still around and not back ordered everywhere.
Apparently, though, the cigars only come in boxes of 50. Now that’s a really dumb idea. That means the box is $225.00. Or $4.50 a stick. While all the smart manufacturers are beginning to sell their more expensive blends in boxes of 10 so smokers could afford them, Pete Johnson goes and makes a giant faux pas. I can’t afford $225 no matter how many cigars are in the box. Not with my budget.
I saw that Cigar Hustler is selling them in boxes, 25 packs and singles. No 5 packs. So, there you go. Affordable. And these classy folks keep the single price at $5. And the 25 packs are sold at $4.50 per pack. Nice.
Back to the cigar.
Complexity really digs in now as I approach the halfway point. Perfect balance with a ridiculously long finish. The char line remains dead nuts.
The sweetness and fruitiness inch their way to the front of the line right behind the creaminess. The spiciness is in the middle now. Still potent but not life threatening.
The stick moves to medium/full bodied. But no nicotine yet.
The last third begins. The strength is on an upward trajectory. So are the flavors.
The spiciness is like a roller coaster. One moment it is in the middle of the pack, and the next, it is running the show.
New Havana Cigars has them in stock as well. But only in boxes and 6 packs. (That’s right. 6 packs.) And the price is on point. And the 6 pack price is $5 a stick. I just bought one. They may be a regular production cigar but I’m not sure and the price is right. I will deal with my wife later.
The flavor lineup has not changed. It doesn’t need to. It is just fine, thank you, the way it is.
And with a couple inches to go, the nicotine sets in.
I highly advise that you wait a couple weeks before torching one. I did two days after I received mine and that was a mistake. Great potential but not what I a taste now.
This is a great cigar. These babies are going to move like wild fire. Don’t dawdle on purchasing them.
The cigar finishes out without a single bit of criticism by me. I don’t rate cigars but if I did, it would be way up there. How’s that for being non-committal?
Pete Johnson and Pepin Garcia really swung for the fences by blending a great cigar and keeping the price point at a ridiculously low price so everyone can enjoy them.
And now for something completely different”
If you have one, the following is universal for every father.
Daughters turn us into jelly no matter their age. We want baby boys because it is a human we can relate to. Little girls? No idea. Especially, the first one.
So we learn as we go.
We change their diapers. We take care of them when they are sick. We worry about them. All the time. Their entire lives.
We want to protect them beyond reason.
We love the look on their face the first time they eat an ice cream cone. And we laugh hard when they take their first bite of a pickle.
We love it when they call us Daddy. We suffer when they scrape their knees and they come running yelling for daddy to help them.
Getting in the shower with them to wash them when they are toddlers. Lots of laughter until she begins to grow and can kick you in the balls in the shower. It then seems inappropriate. And life moves on. Mom bathes her.
We love taking them to their first full length cartoon movie. Mine was “The Little Mermaid.” I looked forward to each new release so I could watch my daughter laugh and find her rapt attention at the action on the screen fascinating.
And then comes the day when you tell your little one that a new movie is out. And you get a response that breaks your heart.
“Daddy…cartoons are for little kids. I’m 8.”
All those years of pretending that going to the movies was a chore when it was actually a secret pleasure. Sharing the popcorn. Getting an ice cream afterwards. And then it’s over.
The times that your little girl always reached for your hand when walking outside.
Oh the horror when they hit 12. Their hormones go wild. They don’t want to go to the movies with you. They no longer hold your hand. You embarrass them in front of their friends.
Puberty is a war zone.
She closes her bedroom door all the time. She is on the phone all the time. She likes boys. You hate boys. Because you were a boy once.
And then the early teens. The first time she gets mad at you and calls you a dick. Your brain reels with pain.
Protecting them becomes an intrusion. Advice is ignored. Help is ignored. She wants to stay home when you go out to eat.
And homework becomes harder. All of a sudden, you aren’t very smart and algebra brings back those memories of why you hated it.
She gets a driver’s license. You worry. She gets in an accident and a phone call comes that makes your heart stop when the police tell you to report immediately. Thank God there are no injuries. And your semi-grown daughter falls into your arms telling you, “I’m sorry daddy. I am so sorry.” And all you care about is her well-being. The hell with the car. Or why it crashed.
She wants her own car. You worry. You can’t afford it. She has a perpetual hand out for money. You refuse but your wife sneaks it to her.
She rebels. You don’t see eye to eye about anything. You feel you failed.
And then she is grown up. She lives her own life. She no longer needs your constant attention. You worry.
Boys become men. You really worry.
You show off your gun collection to every man/boy that comes to pick her up.
She leaves home. Then she returns home. She leaves home. She returns home. And then she leaves home for good and there is a hole in your heart.
One day she tells you she is engaged. Your world falls apart.
She is a person.
She doesn’t need you as much.
You don’t see her as much.
When she calls, she wants something.
Mine is 28. She will be married when she is 29. Invitations have been picked out. The arrangements are being made.
You worry that the man she chose will love and cherish her and never utter an unkind word.
He takes your place.
Then she tells you that 6 months after they marry they will try for a baby.
You are going to be a grandfather.
You hope it will be a little girl.
And then you wait for it….you wait for it.
“Daddy. I get it now.”
You did good.
And you pray that you live long enough to go through all the same things you did with your little darling. Every girl deserves a grandfather that dotes.
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