Today we take a look at the NHC Seleccion Limitada Natural by Tatuaje. This line of cigars is made especially for New Havana Cigars in Ohio. And, obviously, the only place they can be bought online.
So I gotta say they must have some juice to get Pete Johnson and Pepin Garcia to blend a cigar just for them.
The cigar, both the Natural (Habano) and the Maduro Reserva (Broadleaf), were released in July of 2011. Only 1400 cigars were produced. They run out and Johnson and Garcia go back to work to make a new batch for the coming year.
The cigars are made at Garcia’s My Father Factory in Nicaragua.
“We are proud to feature this project for fans of NHC and Tatuaje. Produced by Pete Johnson and rolled at the My Father Cigars factory in Esteli, Nicaragua, The NHC Seleccion Limitada is based on an original Tatuaje blend and comes in both Natural (Habano) and Reserva (Broadleaf) wrappers.”
I enjoy a Lonsdale or a Lancero now and again but they are a bitch to review. This one feels stout enough.
Long skinny sticks have a tendency to burn quickly forcing me to jump up and down to take photos like a chimp on an organ grinder’s leash.
The wrapper has a wonderful caramel/butterscotch marbled wrapper. Seams are invisible and there is a shit load of small veins. Looks like my “leaf” glass ashtray. And if I put the NHC Seleccion Limitada Natural in that ashtray, the stick’s wrapper picks up some of that fall orange color.
The triple cap is a little sloppy. The cigar band is miniscule. And the shape is a nearly sharp box press.
The photos bring out the wrinkly-ness of the wrapper.
I clip the cap and find aromas of cocoa, spice, coffee, earth, pumpkin seeds, and leather.
Time to light up.
First, a nice sweetness and then the Garcia Blast of Pepper. Black pepper. The draw is superb.
The ash is delicate and ½” of it falls apart in the ashtray before I can photograph it.
Flavors build. This is going to have the first stages of flavor bomb status any moment.
The sweet caramel and cocoa are perfect together. Like a fine Swiss chocolate.
The NHC Seleccion Limitada Natural by Tatuaje has the definitive Tatujae “It” factor. It is a feeling in the back of the throat where the earthiness lays in wait.
I’m trying to figure out what other Tat this reminds me of and I’m drawing a blank.
The cigar comes only in one size. And I will admit to being lazy by not researching this but I don’t know if each year since it came out it has always been this size or it changed up. Sorry. Lazybones here. My gut tells me it has always been the same size.
Creaminess appears. Now we have a Nic puro flavor profile. Where is that Diet Coke?
I’ve only had this cigar less than a week. I did my dry box thing and crossed my fingers. And lo and behold, Bam. It tastes like it has been marinating for months. I swear I am getting all of the blender’s intent with this cigar. It is so super flavorful, I am sure of it. The only thing extensive aging will do is take the oomph out of the cigar by dissipating the spice factor.
Godamm the Pusherman. What a great tasting cigar. And I’ve yet to review its brother, the Reserva Maduro.
An anonymous donor sent me a 6 pack that NHC sells for $48.00. No discounts. No free shipping. $8.00 a stick. But so far, well worth it as it hit flavor bomb status in less than an inch of burn time.
The fruitiness is making me mad, I tell you, mad!
The strength is medium/full.
The sweetness of the blend increases. So does the creaminess but it doesn’t drag the cocoa with it. There is a nice floral note now. I can smell it too.
The fruit is an amalgam of fruits. Bits of pumpkin, peach, mango, dried apple, and cherry. This NHC Seleccion Limitada Natural by Tatuaje is very unique.
The second third begins. A lot of action occurred in that first third. I don’t know if the blend can keep this up. I invested 35 minutes into the first third of smoke time.
The first third was pretty spicy but now it seems to be moving to the background. The NHC Seleccion Limitada Natural by Tatuaje begins to find its complexity. The balance is wonderful and has been for quite a while.
The coffee element returns and almost replaces the chocolate flavor. With all the caramel, it tastes like a Starbucks treat.
The price point. Spot on. Sure it would be nice to get 10% off and free shipping. But this is the real world now. It is a spectacular cigar and thank God it wasn’t just released at this summer’s IPCPR trade show or it would be in the $10 range.
If I can milk 90 minutes out of the stick, then for shore, it is worth the $8 price.
The char line has been wavy from the start but not needing a touch up. Totally acceptable.
The flavor profile has stabilized now. No new surprises. I highly recommend the NHC Seleccion Limitada Natural by Tatuaje. And for one reason: It starts off as a flavor bomb at the 1” mark. I did not have to wait until the halfway point or even the last third. It got my interest from the start.
And all of this with less than a week of humidor time. Johnson and Garcia did some real magic with this blend.
I have no hesitation in saying that out of all the house brands that the Tatuaje family produces for various high profile online stores, that the NHC Seleccion Limitada Natural by Tatuaje is, by far, the best of the lot.
And I consider the $8 price tag a real deal. I’ve smoked countless cigars in the $12 range that doesn’t touch the hem of this blend.
Halfway point begins. It’s been a full 45 minutes of smoke time.
The 6 pack sampler is a great idea. Because if you choose to buy a box it ain’t cheap because they are 40 count boxes. And cost $275! It brings the per stick price down to $6.88.
NHC does sell them in 20 count boxes for $144. This brings the price down to $7.20 a stick. I think that this is the best deal.
They also sell singles for $8 a pop.
I have one criticism. If you don’t keep puffing, the cigar goes out. I’ve had to relight the cigar three times so far.
Here are the flavors: Caramel, creaminess, coffee, earthiness, fruit, leather, cocoa, and spice.
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Back to the NHC Seleccion Limitada Natural by Tatuaje.
I’ve now spent over an hour smoking this cigar.
And now for the absolutely superfluous story that took place a long time ago in a place far, far away…and has nothing to do with the review.
This is a repeat story so my apologies to long time readers. I chose this story specifically because a member of my cigar group on FB is in the story: Allen Skipper Howlett.
We were the triumvirate. The Musketeers. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse. It was just me, Skip, and Travis. And we were roommates during our college days. We lived in a nice, 3 bedroom house in Santa Ana. On summer nights, we regularly went up to the hip and valley roof and watched the stars and passed the doobie. Marvelous times even though we were as poor as church mice.
We had a few indulgences on TV. Star Trek, of course. Saturday Night Live, absolutely. (Which is where I got my nickname of Kohnhead). And Dr. O.L. Jaggers.
Jaggers was based out of South Central L.A.(The ghetto) He had a huge church cluttered with massive photos/paintings of himself and his wife…they seemed god like in their poses. But the stage was the real show.
Jaggers had built an 80’-0 long golden altar on that stage. The altar had to have been over 10’-0 high.
It was painted white with gold trim. It had gargoyles and angels and weird outcroppings of artistic impressions of Jesus and Mary. Above the altar were disco balls that were lit and spinning so that the golden altar sparkled like something that had dropped from heaven.
This thing was so big, it could fit 15 black Gospel singers on it. Directly in front of the altar, was a dazzling white grand piano with gold trim. Jaggers would play it by playing arpeggios and sang his songs of “I’m nuts, how are you?”
Back to the essentials of the Jaggers: They were insane. While Jaggers preached, there would be 8th grade science and biology movie clips shown behind him. They had the scratches and stutter of old films. And had nothing to do with what he preached. Of course, no one had any idea what he preached because he was nuts. We would smoke a doob hoping we would understand. That didn’t help. He also wore white garb that looked like it was made for The Commodores.
Our favorite part was near the end of the show when he grabbed his all white Fender Stratocaster and began playing Pete Townshend style, with windmill strokes. Mind you, this man was in his 60’s at the time and was very conservative.
He told us TV viewers the only way our prayers could be heard by God was to send him money…and in return, he would send us a golden prayer cloth with the outline of his hand on it. So being the suckers we were, we sent the money and got a ratty, thread torn, golden cloth about 6” x 6” with a stamped hand print on it.
We decided to visit on a Sunday. Because of the location, we were the only white boys in his church. But we were welcomed with warmth and generosity.
We marveled at the golden altar in person.
The crowd loved Jaggers and Miss Velma. They cheered and repeated words he prompted them to repeat like lemmings.
And then the anointing of the oil. We got in line while the gospel singers tore the place up. I had a huge, monster afro. Skip had hair past his shoulders. And Travis looked like the Gorton Fisherman. Real Hippies.
Women were flailing on the floors upon anointing. Convulsions. They got dragged away and out of the view of the TV camera.
I wish I had a camera at the moment he looked at this hippie. I almost gave him a heart attack. But he still took the ketchup bottle with vegetable oil and squeezed it just a little extra for me on my forehead. There was pure hatred in his eyes.
He announced that Sunday morning that Jesus Christ would appear at his church for the Easter services in a few weeks. Travis went by himself only to report that Jesus was a no show.
Jaggers is such a nut, that there are several of his sermons on YouTube. Here are some links to give you an idea of what we were dealing with.
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