Tatuaje Avion 12 | Cigar Review

Wrapper: Ecuadorian Habano Maduro
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan (Jalapa/Esteli Ligero)
Size: 5.675 x 48/52 “Perfecto-Box Pressed”
Body: Medium/Full
Price: $8.50 MSRP


Today we take a look at the Tatuaje Avion 12.

They were released in August 2012 as a follow up to the Avion 11 in 2011.

Like the Avion 11, the wrapper is a mottled cocoa/caramel brown. Seams are tight. There are lots of veins. A much nicer rolled cigar than the 11 with its perfecto shape, box press, and small nippled foot. The triple cap is impeccable. There is a small amount of toothiness.

The first whiffs, after cutting the cap, are chocolate; exactly like the Avion 11. But the Avion 12 has a perfumey note and a more sophisticated all around aroma. There are citrus notes, cedar, and strong spice.
Time to light up.

The draw is a bit tight as what usually happens when lighting a small perfecto foot. It will open up in a few minutes.

There is a strong leather presence (My Ouija board tells me this is so). And a bowl full of chocolate fudge. There are other delightful flavors such as cinnamon, coffee, and a very rich earthiness.

I am reminded of pancakes as the Avion 12 packs a wallop of maple syrup.

Clearly, this is not the Avion 11. Which was a great cigar but whose main source of pleasure came from creaminess and chocolate.

Creaminess begins its long journey.

The strength is a tad over medium body. And the earthiness plays a very big part in the flavor profile.

Black pepper slams it home like Mark McGwire. The draw opens up and as it does so, the pepper throws a fast ball only to see it break the Jumbotron. (I sneaked that in there because I was at a home game of the Diamondbacks playing St. Louis and went to batting practice. I sat 6 rows in back of home plate and watched the behemoth, juiced up, McGwire hit home run after home run until he slammed one into the Jumbotron and they told him batting practice was over.)

The Avion 12 is already a complex smoke. A million things going on at once. But this is a much smaller cigar than the Avion 11 – 6.75 x 48/52 perfecto. This is absolute proof of what I’ve been saying all along. Stick with the smaller cigars to get more punch for your buck in the flavor profile.

The stick is jam packed but not overdone. It is a very slow smoker as I’ve invested 10 minutes and only burned ½”.

Here are the flavors: Spice, chocolate, creaminess, maple syrup, earthiness, leather, cinnamon, coffee, citrus, cedar. Nicely well rounded and balanced perfectly. The Avion 12 is a more sophisticated smoke than the Avion 11. Size matters no matter what your wife says.

The char line is dead nuts.

At 1” burned, the cigar becomes a flavor bomb. Just amazing. Andrew at Small Batch Cigar has only two 5 packs left and one box of 20 left. And we all know that there is no way that you can find this stick at his prices.

The draw is splendiferous. Perfect.

Each flavor is magnified 3 times its original boiling point temp at the beginning.

The black pepper becomes red pepper. A new sweetness emerges that takes some away from the maple syrup. It is a fructose type of sweetness…like..er…a red berry fruit. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

The ash gently disembarks the foot while taking a photo. The char line is so razor sharp, that I would need a micrometer to find any differentials.

The second third begins.

Pure heaven. This blend is totally different than the Avion 11. Not better, different.

I loved the heavy dose of chocolate and creaminess in the Avion 12. And I would give your right penis to get some more. (Back in the early 1800’s, in England, they had freak shows where they put Jews on display to show the gentile public that we had two penises. Comes in very handy. The trick is to know which one to pee out of.
So I sit on the toilet instead of standing. The Elephant Man was Jewish. His real name was John Horowitz.)

Sweetness nearly takes over the ship. It is a combo of red berry, strawberry, and powdered fructose. Very unusual. Remember. This is the first cigar of the day for me so my palate is as fresh as a daisy.

The red pepper moves down the line in the flavor profile allowing the other flavors to become emboldened.

I can’t wait to review the Avion 13 Reserva – 6.875 x 52. Another box pressed perfecto but without the severe shape of a true perfecto. Andrew has only two 5 packs of those left. Both the Avion 11 and Avion 12 are $9 a pop before discount. The Avion 12 is only $40 because of the smaller size.

The flavor profile is exhilarating now. Unbelievable flavors and so intense. And the best part of it all; is that it basically shot out of the gate as a flavor bomb. But as the smoke has progressed, the intensity has grown stronger and stronger.

I need to thank buddy Buzz Gould for setting me up with all three Avions. What a pal!

I take a sip of Diet Coke and flavors explode in my mouth like the after concert party with Madonna…or Britney.

I don’t ever want this cigar to end. Such a beautiful blend. Man, Johnson and Garcia just can do no wrong in my book. What a team.

These guys pump out classic cigars the way Patel and Hansotia pump out duds.

I am so drunkenly intoxicated by this cigar that I am forgetting to take photos.

I am dead center of the cigar now. And with less than 3” to go, I can proclaim this to be as close to a perfect cigar blend as any other cigar out there.

The strength has tamped down a bit to classic medium. I’m sure the extra aging has mellowed it out some.
The char line continues to be razor sharp.

The long, long finish is outstanding. The balance is spot on. And the complexity is solidarity.

The reason I like using the sunshine as a lighting tool is because each photo will show a different aspect of the wrapper.

There are some great cigar photographers out there but I’m not one of them. I am amazed what $20,000 in photographic gear can do for a cigar photo. Most of the A List reviewers use professional gear to get those beautiful pictures. I use a three year old $90 Panasonic Lumix…with virtually no ability to alter the shot.

The last third begins.

For the last time, here are the flavors of the Tatuaje Avion 12: Creaminess, cocoa, rich earthiness, fruit, cinnamon, spice, cedar, leather, coffee and citrus..with only a touch of leather.

Funny thing…Johnson chose not to change the cigar band from year to year. It is exactly the same each year. Only the single size, for a specific year, differentiates the blends.

The main difference between the Avion 11 and the Avion 12 is the complexity of flavors. The Avion 11 doesn’t really become complex until later in the smoke. While the Avion 12 hits the spotlight very early on.

The strength hits medium/full now with a touch of nicotine.

At the moment, out of the nearly hundreds of reviews of this cigar, mine is on the second page of Google. Within a couple days it will be on the first page. So I don’t worry about being the last in the pack. My understanding of Google algorithms keeps me on that first page, if not top 5, within a week of writing my review. It doesn’t matter if I write about a cigar that came out two years ago or not. If it were not for that understanding of the tools that Google provides, I might not have half of the readers out there.

I must also thank all the great friends for sending me cigars for review.

And the best part, most of the cigars already have sufficient humidor time on them and are ready to go.

The Tatuaje Avion 12 is simply a great cigar. I have not a single criticism. It finishes cool and without a hint of harshness.

The nicotine is hitting me. I keep typing the same word over and over to get it right.

The strength is now full bodied.

Look up wuss in the dictionary and you will find a photo of me.

I bid adieu to the Tatuaje Avion 12 and look forward to tomorrow’s Avion Reserva 13.

And now for something completely different:

Bruni worked for the Communist regime back in the 1950’s and 1960’s. She used her womanly ways to garner valuable information from West Germans and Americans. Her nick name was “Windy.” It meant that when she was around, there was a wind a ‘blowin’.

Her handler, Andi, did the same thing with women spies. They were known as Hansel and Gretel. Both were willing to have as much sex with spies as required to get them to spew out critical, confidential information.

And Bruni had a daughter named Charlotte. She was 20 at the time she joined her parents in the art of deception.

Andi was a strange man. When seducing a foreign agent, he wore women’s underwear and a false moustache.
Foreign agents live on the edge and it would always excite the women as they peeled the moustache off only to discover a real moustache underneath.

Bruni taught Charlotte how to woo a spy into divulging classified material. The first step was to offer them a cigar and a brandy. After a couple brandies, she emboldened herself and would sit on their laps in the club they were visiting.

Charlotte would whisper dirty German limericks into their ears until they dropped the cigar on to their laps.
Bruni would stand by. As soon as Bruni saw the cigar drop, she grabbed the hand of the agent and led him upstairs.

Bruni did things. She would wear a dirndl. She would do a slow dance of seduction as she removed the dirndl only to discover she was wearing huge underpants and a pointy bra like Frau Blücher.

20 minutes later, she left the room with the valuable microfilm.

Andi was upstairs with an Albanian spy. This woman was 6′-3 and built like a weight lifter. Her moustache was bigger than Andi’s. But Andi had a job to do.

As he caressed her neck, Aferdita grabbed him and flipped him upside down and slammed him to the floor. She undressed. Her underwear was a one piece burlap bag with buttons.

She ripped the burlap off and Andi’s eyes became very big.

This woman had more body hair than a Platypus or a Hairy-nosed Wombat.

He tried quickly crawled to the door but Aferdita grabbed an ankle and pulled him back which caused Andi to let out a blood curdling scream.

She ripped off his clothes and discovered recording equipment. She was outraged but went with it.

She threw Andi on the bed and jumped on top of him. She made wild passionate love to him while he screamed like a little girl.

The spies listening at the other end thought he was being killed and rushed into the room. Too late. Aferdita had fled through the window and left a crumpled body on the bed….Poor Andi looked crushed from a steam roller.

Bruni thought quickly, while she was mourning the Germany way (bury them quick and have a snack of blood sausage afterwards.)

She told the other agents to leave and give her some time with Andi.

She cradled Andi in her arms and he was barely alive, but alive. He was trying to utter something. She put her ear to his mouth while he sputtered his last words: “Don’t….don’t..let Charlotte…marry a Jew.”

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  1. just picked up a 5 pack of these from SBC, how long did you let these rest before smoking them?