Pinar Del Rio Clasico Exclusivo | Cigar Review

Wrapper: Ecuadorian Connecticut
Binder: Dominican Criollo ‘98
Filler: Dominican, Nicaraguan
Size: 6 x 52 “Toro”
Body: Medium
Price: $6.90 MSRP
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Today we take a look at the Pinar Del Rio Clasico Exclusivo.

I’ve never been a big fan of Able Flores. His blends fall into the medium body, average smokes for smokers on a tight budget. The price above is not reality and can be had for 1/3 the price.

Flores did put out a very decent premium cigar: PDR AFR-75 Edición Limitada is my favorite and shows off Flores’ talents when he puts his mind to it.

He still blends via the old school method. Loads of humidor time required. The Pinar Del Rio Clasico Exclusivo I am reviewing today was a gift and has something like 9 months on it plus another couple months in my humidor. So I expect good things.

Construction of the cigar is nicely performed. The wrapper is the color of Bambi’s Uncle Albert and smooth to the touch…like Uncle Albert. Seams are tight. Not a lot of veins. It looks like a triple cap but it is a combo of sloppy and neat at the same time. That makes no sense, I know, but I will take a close up photo.
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The stick is packed heavily with tobacco and has not a single soft spot.

There is a main cigar band, a secondary cigar band and a foot ribbon. And none of the colors complement each other making the presentation quite ugly. So? What am I? An interior decorator, Bubbelah?

I clip the cap and find aromas of gingerbread cookies, spice, oak, sweet cedar, caramel, and leather.
Time to light up.

Sweetness surrounds my palate and demands its surrender.

Aromas translate to flavors: Creaminess, gingerbread cookies, caramel, red pepper, cocoa, coffee, and mixed nuts.
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The char line sucks. I have had to fix it twice. It wants to canoe on me. So I napalm it hoping this will fix it permanently.

I had read a couple other reviews to find if it was worth reviewing. Nothing pisses me off than reviewing an inexpensive cigar that is a dog turd. And every single review said it had a gorgeous burn line. So, go figure.

With 1” gone, the cigar is very close to flavor bomb status. It is incredibly smooth and balanced. The wonderful flavor profile is like being at Baskin Robbins and telling the pimply clerk “I want to sample every flavor.” And when I’m not looking, he squeezes a zit into one of my sample spoons.

You know, I never had zits as a teen. Lucky, I guess. And I still had trouble getting laid. Of course, I was 5’-11 and weighed 125lbs.

The cigar is delicious. A great first cigar of the day due to the subtle nuances brought aboard. Everything meshes perfectly. I love that the caramel and other sweets stand up to the cocoa and coffee; so I grab a Diet Coke. You know why.
If I drank coffee, the Pinar Del Rio Clasico Exclusivo would be a perfect accompaniment. I gave up coffee when I retired.

Didn’t need the caffeine buzz any longer.
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Just before the second third starts, it is done. We have flavor bomb status.

If not for the crappy char line, this would be a near perfect cigar for its weight class. But then I only have one and not another to compare it to.

The best way to describe this cigar is buttery smooth.

The second third begins. The red pepper has one of the most balanced effects on a flavor profile I’ve tasted.

The char line is dead nuts now. Whatever puberty it was going through, now seems to be over.
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Puberty was tough on me. Hormones raging. When I entered Jr high school, I was 4’-10 tall. By the end of 9th grade, I was 5’-11. I was a fucking midget. And it pissed my father off no end that my mother had to keep buying me new clothes that fit. And my penis never got any bigger. That’s why you’ve only seen three Jews in porno movies.

Goddam! This cigar is good. The strength started out at medium body and continues on a steady course.

But here are the flavors anyway: Creaminess, red pepper, caramel, earthiness, gingerbread cookies, cocoa, coffee, mixed nuts, and leather.

A lovely cigar.

I just checked Cbid and you can get the Pinar Del Rio Clasico Exclusivo for as little as $2.00.

The halfway point is just behind me now.
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You ever get butt fucked in prison?

I dated a lot as young man. Being a musician was all it was supposed to be. I screwed dozens and dozens of young women. Women, not girls.
I should write about some of the really odd ones.

The strength begins to get a little stronger. And the red pepper is now soaring with the eagles. I like it.

It now appears that the initial flavor bomb status was only junior flavor bomb status because now the cigar is going out of its mind with potent and exciting flavors.

Yes, I said exciting. I have some really good wood as I write these words. Picture that in your mind.

Holy shit, not only is this now the real sweet spot as I begin the last third; but I want to make love to this cigar in the dirtiest of fashion.

The char line is behaving beautifully now.

So has the entire construction of the cigar. I’ve only had to nip the cap once to eliminate my drool marks.

I think to myself that I want more of these and then I remember the humidor time on this cigar. I live from month to month on my cigar budget. I check Cbid and all they have for auction are the torpedoes and the 5 x 60 sizes. I don’t want that. I want a robusto or corona. So I check the CI web site and most of the sticks are out of stock. There are a total of 10 sizes. Wow. Clearly, a very popular cigar as CI states in their description.

I now have some slight tearage near the cap from clipping it. Not the cigar’s fault.

I’ve already hit my budget for the month and got some real goodies to review. As usual, I went over my budget and am afraid to tell my wife. The game is that I keep it from her as long as possible until I’m backed into a corner. Then I get the royal stink eye.

Charlotte is just fine and I want to take this moment to thank all the wonderful readers that ask about her on a regular basis. Thank you.

I’m focakte. I’m going to have an implant inserted in my hip that should control the pain from my lower back down to my feet. Can’t wait.

The last third begins.
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I’m going to keep an eye out on Cbid for the Pinar Del Rio Clasico Exclusivo in the robusto size. Right now, a box of torpedoes is going for $34 with just 12 hours to go. You can’t beat $1.75 for a stick of this quality.

Smoking time has been 90 minutes to get to less than 2” to go. And then the dreaded nicotine kicks in. Oy.

A new flavor shows up: dried fruit. It is tangy and super sweet. Either peach or mango.

I love the dried mango that Trader Joe’s sells.

Except for the early char line issues, I have zero criticisms of the Pinar Del Rio Clasico Exclusivo. A wonderful cigar.

I checked Cigar.com and they have much more of these 10 sizes in stock than CI does. And a couple bucks cheaper. Usually, whatever one sells for, the other sells for the same price.

My advice is to buy some, put them away, and forget about them until Christmas.
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AND DON’T FORGET THAT I HAVE TWO CONTESTS GOING ON.
THE FIRST IS FOR A 20 COUNT BOX OF CAFE LATTE FROM STOGIE BOYS. AND THE SECOND IS THE RIOT 45 FROM STOGIE BOYS..A FULL 20 COUNT BOX.
JUST CLICK ON THE CIGAR’S NAME TO ENTER.

And now for something completely different:

This is an old story I’ve told before so my apologies to long time readers. But Doug Nelson’s comment on the RIOT 45 review brought a period of horror in my life all back.

Circa 1989. I took a break from being a senior project manager in commercial construction. The stress got to me. So, instead, I went back to my roots as a structural draftsman. I struggled at first with all the geometry, trigonometry, and calculus, but it all came back. We didn’t have computers to do the work back then. It was pencil to paper and a cheap calculator. Everything had to be figured out using formulas. What a pain in the ass.

It was a small place in Fullerton, Ca. There was a main room, and two secondary rooms. I was in the middle room along with another draftsman.

It was a hot summer day and the A/C was out so the front door and the back door were opened hoping for some sort of cross breeze.

Around mid-day, a ferret came running into the office. It seemed friendly at first. But that changed quickly.

Now I’ve never claimed to be very bright. And this proves it.
ferret

The ferret sauntered up to me at my board. I bent over and reached my hand out to let the ferret smell it.

In a blink of an eye, the ferret ran up my arm and used all four legs to put me in a death grasp.

It then sunk its teeth into, over and over, so I began to shake my arm trying to get it off. It wouldn’t budge while continuing to have a Katman sandwich.

I did the manly thing and ran around the entire office screaming like a little girl and throwing my arm up and down trying to get the damn thing to break free. It wasn’t going anywhere. Everyone was chasing me to get me to stop but the pain and the fear made me a crazy person.

Finally, the biggest guy in the office grabbed me and the ferret let go. It ran behind the floor to ceiling curtains hiding from us.

I yelled to close the doors. I didn’t want it to get free and then I’d be victim of the rabies series. Never heard anything pleasant about that.

The owner called animal control but they took their time getting there.

Here is the kicker. Next door was the blueprint operation arm of the drafting office. They had a German broad who was a real bitch and a strange weirdo. A good looking weirdo but no one liked her. She had a big mouth and was super opinionated. And stupid.

Meanwhile, I went over to my doctor’s office nearby. Dr. Mutter saw me immediately and treated my bites. This mild mannered man got on the phone with the owner and yelled at him not to let that animal get out of there. If they do, he would be forced to start the rabies vaccination program on me. I had never seen him like that. I was impressed.

I went back to the office just as the animal control truck rolled up.

Everyone from next door was in our office…causing the ferret to shit its fur.

This big burly black man came in with that stick with the noose at the end. I have no idea what it is called.

He had to do some chasing but finally got the little critter’s head in the noose.

I then heard the loudest screaming from that ferret that was so loud and scary, it freaked me out.

The German broad started to scream at the animal control guy not to hurt it and let it go.

I screamed at her that he can’t let it go or I will have to go through the rabies shots.
She wasn’t listening.

And then she started on the animal control guy. (These are her words, not mine.)

“You fucking nigger! You fucking nigger! Let go of that poor fucking animal!”

The guy dropped the stick on the ground with the ferret still attached. He looked around at her and said, “What did you say?”

The ferret was trying to make a break for it….pulling a 6 foot long stick behind it. People were jumping over the stick and the ferret as it went nuts.

“I called you a fucking nigger!”
Oh God.

I yelled at her to stop saying that. But she wouldn’t let up.

The guy grabbed the stick and was about to let the ferret go when I got him to calm down and talked to him alone. I pleaded with him not to do this. He knew exactly what would happen if that ferret got back outside and disappeared.

I explained that no one thought like that stupid woman and please don’t blame me.

He calmed down even more and picked up the stick. He pushed the ferret outside and then into the truck’s cage. The whole time, the shrieking of the ferret was ear busting.
And he drove away.

I had to call animal control to find out what was to happen next?

They told me they would hold the ferret for 10 days for observation and let me know.
I was sweating it. The longest 10 days of my life.

Dr. Mutter didn’t want to wait the 10 days and gave me my first shot in the belly. Holy Fuck! That hurt!

He then told me he could wait until animal control got back to me.

And then, on schedule, I got a simple post card telling me that the animal tested negative for rabies. I damn near broke out into tears.
It was over.

I fully expected the German broad to lose her job over that but she lucked out. The owner was a helluva racist too so none of her screaming bothered him.

Now, whenever I see a ferret at a petting zoo, I automatically shit myself.

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5 replies

  1. Katman… good review!… here’s a quick quiz for you: http://theoatmeal.com/quiz/weasels

  2. I’m sorry to have dredged up a bad memory. That was not good ferret humor. They’re typically very friendly,curious animals if given the proper socialization. Maybe it was a domesticated one that got free, and regressed to it’s wild European Polecat nature. Not likely it was an endangered North American Blackfooted. Pretty far west for it’s range. I can attest to the horrendous screaming/screeching too. Sadly,that brings up my own bad memory of the night ours died.
    So,another stick for the $5.00-$6.00 or lower list? I’m all for that.

  3. “You ever get butt fucked in prison?” WTF? Reminds me of Pilot Oveur in the movie Airplane. Just random dialogue of mind-churning craziness. Don’t know how many times I’ve coughed up smoke reading you. You really are the crazy uncle I never had.

  4. I have smoked most of the PDR’s now and I got to tell you somebody has got to give that company some advise. They need to label there cigars do not smoke till Christmas! Because if you smoke there cigars with less than 3 months on them you’ll throw them out! But if you give them 6 months to a year they start singing ALLELUIA! Dude I can’t tell you how many time’s I bought there cigars and threw them in my forget me not humidor, ( the humi I use as the give away stuff! ) and I’ll give one away and the guy comes back begging me for another. I turn around and smoke one to see if he’s nuts and the cigar is totally KICK ASS! I can’t imagine how many customers this guy looses because they just don’t understand the concept of having to age a cigar so long. And BTW, I just smoked today the PDR 1939 series you recommended on my lunch hour and man what a great smoke! And it only took 3 months to get there! Dude I almost threw them out on the second month, cause it tasted like dog turd! I’m hoping in another 6 months I’ll cum in my pants! Sooo the secret to enjoying PDR’s is to find the ones you really like ( you’ll probably reach the golden years working that out ) and buy several boxes and store them away till the return of Jesus Christ. I why would I do this? Because you can’t get a better cigar for 2.00 a piece and sometimes less!
    As always, much love to my BOTL!

  5. Living in the tropics has taught me a trick or two about rapid aging of cigars. I buy the cheaper PDRs all the time from Famous for about $2-2.50 (still great value – the CI group won’t ship overseas). First I freeze them overnight to kill any bugs. Then I put them into an airtight glass jar with a 65% Boveda pack and leave them at ambient room temperature (78-95 deg F) for a month, after which they smoke exactly as described in your review.

    Great to hear Charlotte’s doing so well – she deserves a few breaks for living with a cigar reviewer 🙂