Wrapper: Mexican San Andrés
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 7 x 47 (Box Pressed-Churchill)
Body: Medium/Full
Price: $8.75 MSRP

Every single online store selling the cigar is either backordered already or doing so for $8.00-$8.75. I will stick my neck out and say this is a regular production cigar based on its placement on the ginormous online stores. But they must be doling them out in small batches based on all the out of stock signs I am reading. SBC is your only chance at buying them now at an incredible price point.

Today we take a look at the L’Atelier Surrogates Satin Glove. This cigar just made its debut at the 2014 IPCPR trade show last month. It is made by My Father Cigars.

It is seventh of the Surrogates line and the first to use the Mexican leaf and the first to be a Churchill.

If you want more detailed information, go to the A List reviewers who have all the deep details. Let’s move on with the review.

Construction is not consistent. A very rustic looking cigar with tight seams on some sticks and sloppy ones on others. The box press is sharp. You can almost cut your finger on its corners. The wrapper is a nice looking mottled chocolate fudge color with oiliness to be seen here and there.

It feels very smooth to the touch on one cigar and very toothy on the next.. The triple cap on all 5 cigars is extremely sloppy and reminds me of the Jericho Hill. I fully expect a cap to pop off at some point.

The cigar is jam packed without any soft spots. The double cigar band is very simple. The cartoon of the satin glove looks more like a work glove so they got that wrong. Satin gloves should be shiny and delicate.

I clip the cap and find aromas of spice, fudge, earthiness, sweetness, and a bit of leather.
Time to light up.

The draw is a little tight. Chocolate baking morsels is the first flavor to smack me in the puss and then a deep, rich earthiness. The draw opens up.

Red pepper is strong like turning on a light switch. It’s a slow start..methinks due to the jam packed tobacco. Cream shows up as I type these words. And then caramel…or toffee…too early to know for sure. They are so similar and very subjective.

I’m getting a nice coffee element. Good Kona coffee with half and half and a bit of sugar. Just a tiny bit of sweetness purveys the scene.

The L’Atelier Surrogates Satin Glove is a very slow smoke which belies its size. It almost looks like a chop stick with that sharp box press. I’ve delivered 7 minutes to the smoke gods and all I’ve achieved is burning down ½” of cigar.

I’m at the 1” mark and the flavors expand on their original premise.

Here they are: Chocolate, coffee, cream, earth, wind, & fire, caramel, spice, and some lemony citrus. And a touch of salted nuts.

The strength is an easy going medium body.

The red pepper comes and goes. It knocks on the door and runs away; then returns, knocks on the door and runs away again. Sort of how Patrick H. hunted down his wife.

The flavor profile emerges into never never land and is about to hit flavor bomb status.

Like the corners of the cigar, the flavors become hard edged and defined. The chocolate and creaminess are a team. The coffee and caramel are a team. The nuts and earthiness are a team. The citrus is left in the corner sucking its thumb.

Very creamy experience. Like homemade hot chocolate made with whole milk and the best Swiss or Belgian chocolate.

Despite how the cap looks, it is hanging tough and no sense of it jettisoning itself anytime soon. I get up to take a photo, sit down, look at the photo, and the damn cap looks like it is about to fly off. All three of them.

I can’t pick up any of that lovely reddish tinge because it has been raining for two days and no sun…or very little.

The char line has been perfect. Dead nuts razor sharp and snow white. And yes, I did have sex with her at a Disneyland house party back in 1969. In Long Beach, you either worked at Disneyland (85%) or you worked at Knott’s Berry Farm (15%). So I got the best of both worlds as most of my friends worked at The Happiest Place on Earth…which is actually an opium den on Anaheim Blvd in Long Beach…not Disneyland. There were lots of Snow Whites of course, and I tried to work my way through all of them.

Knott’s did have the Pitcher Gallery. Where they took those old tin type photos of you riding on a bucking bronco or sitting behind bars in the Knott’s jail, etc.

I did go through every single one of the girls that worked there. I was the true definition of a cad.

Take ‘em out. Screw ‘em. Next! Take ‘em out. Screw ‘em. You get the picture.

It was the 60’s. No one waited 3-4 dates to have carnal knowledge of each other. It was fuck or fly.

Oh yeah, the L’Atelier Surrogates Satin Glove. It is oozing flavor like a nutty caramel chocolate bar left out in the afternoon sun.

So as not to show you another drooly photo of the cap, I clip it off with my Credo 70 ring cutter I got for $9 and free shipping at Humidorpros.com.

The second third begins.

And we have flavor bomb status. Bow, chicka, bow-wow, Mow, mow, mow, Oh, Chicka, chicka, chew-wop, Gitchee-gitchee-goo means that I love you! Mmm, gitchi gitchi ya ya da da. Gitchi gitchi ya ya here. Mocca chocolata ya ya. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

The L’Atelier Surrogates Satin Glove is a very good cigar. All hail Pepin Garcia and Pete Johnson!

The cigar now has a central sweetness that is like a golden thread that holds everything together.
The strength moves to medium/full.

New flavors arrive on the scene: It is either raspberry or blackberry. Too early to define.

On top of that is black licorice. It swarms near the back of the throat. Like a sea of swarming simbas.

The sun comes out as I find myself between the second third and the halfway point.

The fruitiness defines itself as blackberry. I can also taste a powdered sugar doughnut. I love doughnuts. But it is the only food on earth that no one has been able to devise a sugar free one. Therefore, the last time I ate a doughnut was 1981. 33 years. When I buy Charlotte something sweet at the grocery bakery, I stare at the doughnuts and drool like a dog. The concentration of sugar is so heavy that if I eat it, I get uncomfortably high and dizzy; then I get very anxious, very wired…After a couple hours, my blood sugar drops and I can’t keep my eyes open. A miserable 2 hour journey for 30 seconds of pure bliss. No thanks. I have sex with Charlotte for that. 30 seconds flat. Huzzah!

The cigar is pure delicacy.

The L’Atelier Surrogates Satin Glove is a fine addition to the Surrogates line. Nothing like the other blends. It amazes me how these master blenders come up with something different and new all the time. Some, like EP Carrillo present a new cigar once every 3 years. Garcia pumps out brilliant new blends like they are gum balls. Patel and Hansotia do the same thing but it is all drek.

Dead center at the halfway mark and I’ve invested over an hour.

The red pepper returns in force. Ha-Cha-Cha.

My neighbor has a veggie garden and is growing these light green peppers. I have no idea what they are so I stole one. I ran inside and took a big bite. Godamm! They are huge jalapenos. I downed an entire Atkins shake in 30 seconds and got the shits later.

Here are the latest flavors: Chocolate, creaminess, coffee, caramel, blackberry, black licorice, powdered sugar doughnuts, and a touch of leather.

The L’Atelier Surrogates Satin Glove is the epitome of a flavorful, very smooth cigar. The smoothness conceals a lot of the strength.

The flavor profile is very complex and chewy. The finish is so long, it needs a leash.

Which reminds me…I need a new pair of handcuffs and one of those headgear thingies with a black ball that goes in the mouth. If you have any of these and want to sell them, email me.

The last third begins.

The best way to describe this stick is sophisticated. Something for the experienced palate.

Once word gets out that while every store is back ordered, SBC has 95 cigars in both boxes and 5 packs.

Instead of a flavor explosion, the flavors become very subtle. Yet every one of them definable.

Nicotine shows up. Boo!

In case you don’t know this, and you should….I now have the Katmensch Cigar Group on Face Book. I am only letting in white people and Arab terrorists. (Just kidding)

This is not one of those groups with 3000 members that I don’t know. So the count is small but friendly. Join up and feel free to insult me.

There is too much glue on both cigar bands ruining my photos. Do I snip the shitty part away? Of course.
With less than 1-1/2” to go, the strength hits full bodied.

I get up to walk off the nicotine. And then force the dog to do a polka dance with me. The dog gets frustrated with me. She is a much better dancer and she carries me.

Now the flavors explode.
Wow.

“Heaven… I’m in heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.”

I get boxer drool on me when we dance cheek to cheek.

I sit back in my office chair and just stare at the blurry laptop screen. I’m in a trance from the nicotine. Should have eaten something.

So if you smoke this stick in the morning, Essen wir meine kinder. That’s Yiddish for “Ass fuck me while Moses looks the other way.”

I now have 2 hours invested in the L’Atelier Surrogates Satin Glove. It has a nice finish flavor-wise. Good complexity. Long finish. And ass kicking nicotine.

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