Wrapper: Mexican San Andrés Maduro
Binder: Nicaraguan Aganorsa
Filler: Nicaraguan Aganorsa
Size: 5 x 48 “Robusto 48-Ilustre”
Price: $7.60 ($6.20 at cigarplace.biz)
Today we take a look at the Casa Fernandez Aganorsa Leaf Maduro 48.
It made its debut at the 2012 IPCPR trade show. Casa Fernandez is fairly consistent with their blends so it may be a toss-up on what this blend shows us.
The cigar comes in three sizes:
El Supremo BP: 6 x 58
Robusto Extra BP: 5 x 54
Robusto 48: 5 x 48
The Ilustre size was added in 2013.
This little spark plug has a nice triple cap, has a soft box press, invisible seams, lots of veins, a rounded cap that looks modular, and the wrapper is a deep coffee bean color with a lot of tooth.
I clip the cap and find aromas of cocoa, spice, wood, earthiness, coffee, leather, floral notes, and toast.
As usual, I have the music blaring and then I hear “Desperado” by the Eagles. GAG!!!!!!
Why not “Tie a Yellow Ribbon” or “Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love to Town.” I especially like the part where Kenny sings:
“And if I could move I’d get my gun
And put her in the ground
Don’t take your love to town
Oh Ruby for God’s sake turn around”
It makes the tears flow doesn’t it? Such compassion.
Oh God! They are playing a song by Yes. I dump the TV classic rock station and put on a CD of Eric Clapton and B.B. King. Now we can relax.
I should remind you to always be very careful when clipping the cap of an Aganorsa leaf wrapper. Very delicate and fragile.
The first puffs are chock full of sweetness. And loads of hot chocolate, baby.
The nuttiness is very prominent. Moments later, I get a nice dose of creaminess. Red pepper shows up next in a very slow groove. Sort of waggling its hips to the music.
I expect this to be a flavor bomb in the next couple of minutes. The earthiness is to die for dahlings. Rich and dirty. Like George H.
We have flavor bomb status after 1” smoked. Man, this is a fine cigar. I have reviewed 9 Casa Fernandez blends: Casa Fernandez Arsenio Corojo 2009, Casa Fernandez Miami 35th Aniversario, Los Hermanos by Casa Fernandez, Casa Fernandez Copacabana, La Mia Corona by Casa Fernandez, Casa Fernandez Miami Reserva, Los Hermanos Maduro by Casa Fernandez, and Casa Fernandez Miami. I’ve reviewed other blends for several blogs.
This is one of the most delicious CF blends I’ve smoked. That Aganorsa leaf is wreaking havoc on the flavor profile: Creaminess, cocoa, spice, coffee, wood, nuts, earthiness, toasty, citrus, cedar, floral notes, and leather.
And now complexity digs its heels in. The balance is on point and has a long chewy finish.
There is a lovely graham cracker crust element that rounds out the creaminess and cocoa.
The Casa Fernandez Aganorsa Leaf Maduro 48 is now a French pastry.
The halfway point is upon me. This cigar is so good that even though I’ve smoked a good 35 minutes, it seems too little.
Nougat, pecan pie, fresh bread, and a chocolate milk shake are the front runners.
The price point. It is everywhere so the price is all over the place. I picked the median price above. Worth every dime and then some. This is what a $7-$8 cigar should taste like.
You will have to shop around to find the best pricing. Kick start your Google machine.
The last third begins. This is going by way too fast.
I have no major criticisms other than a wavy char line. This is a very consistent blend.
The Casa Fernandez Aganorsa Leaf Maduro 48 is a major treat to your palate.
If you find a great deal on these cigars, please post them in the comment section.
The strength remains at medium/full with the addition of some nicotine.
The flavor profile has not relinquished a single iota of intense flavor. The only change is that the pepper is now much stronger.
I just did a quick sweep of some online stores. This stick must be price controlled as everyone is selling them for the same price. And then I find the mother lode. CigarPlace.biz has them for $6.20 each by the box.
The last inch or so finds itself in full body territory.
And now for something completely different:
The Eddie Munster Shoot-Could Anything Else Go Wrong? (1983)
Got the L.A. Yellow Pages out and searched. There she was. Casandra the Casket Queen. Butch and I took a ride to her beat-up Hollywood home. No furniture except for a bedroom. The place was laden with real caskets but painted in psychedelic colors. Wild. Crazy. Nuts! Cool! Perfect!
We negotiated a rate for renting 5 of them for one night. Butch called George Barris, the car customizer to the stars and TV, and asked to borrow 2 hearses. We managed to shove all of the caskets inside.
We parked it at my house in Long Beach. The shoot, at the Princess Louise in San Pedro, was set for that night. Everything was lined up. People were paid off…either in cash or coke. Marvin Rush, the cinematographer, was set to meet us there at 6PM. Our make-up artist would be there on time, or so she promised.
Even my financial backer would be there. He was an ex-San Quentin con that was a big dealer of cocaine. He and I became good friends because I wasn’t a mooch. Everyone around him constantly hung on with the hope of hand-outs. I never asked. And for the most part, I turned his offers of a toot down. One little snort and I was good for hours…whereas, his hangers on needed a toot every 20 minutes. And I just didn’t like the shakes it gave you if you did too much. I was the only one in his life like that. And more importantly, we liked each other. Rick was a big bear of a man who you wanted on your side. Never betray his trust. Another story there.
We stood outside the boat waiting for everyone to assemble. Rick had driven his Rolls Royce. So that was our focal point for assembly.
Once everyone was there, around 100 people including extras, I went up to the chapel to finalize and make sure we were set….I met with the chaplain and he was sweating bullets. He was dressed in his captain’s clothes. Looked very cool. He would be in the video as the chaplain.
Standing next to him was a dapper man that I had never seen. He OWNED the boat and told me we could not use it because the chaplain had no authority.
Fuck! Shit! Piss! Cunt! Cock! Screw! Motherfucker! Motherfucker!
$4000. If I fucked this up, Marvin would bail on me and the whole project would go up in smoke. I ran down to Rick and told him. Rick, at first, offered to tune this guy up. I told him no. I asked Rick for $2000 in cash.
I would go home and get my $2000. Rick did not like this one bit but got into his Rolls and headed for Torrance to get his dough. I headed to Long Beach.
An hour later, Rick and I handed the guy his $4000. Then…..he said, “I’ve changed my mind. I want $6000. And in a blur of fists, the owner of the Princess Louise lay on the floor moaning, bleeding, and probably wondering what happened to him?
Rick had no truck for cheats. A person’s word is everything and this guy was a hustler. He tried to hustle us so he Rick spanked him. We all helped the owner up and Rick whispered in his ear. I could not hear what he said… And Rick never told me what he whispered to the owner. I think it was better that way.
The last thing we took upstairs was the outrageous caskets..
This had to be the funniest thing I had ever seen…worthy of a Mel Brooks movie…..The second deck had a swanky restaurant on it and the only stairs to the chapel was inside the eatery. We held 5 caskets like pall bearers through a crowded restaurant…”Oh..excuse me….sorry…may I get through there please?”, etc. You could hear utensils drop to the plates. You could hear 50 people inhaling but not exhaling. No one blinked. I wish I had filmed, or at least taken photos, of that. It was priceless.
I handed Marvin the latest shooting script. One of his guys looked at it and said, “No way.” Marvin immediately chastised him for questioning the director, me.
Our song was exactly 2 minutes long. We had already filmed at the Hollywood High School, which accounted for 2 edits that lasted 2 seconds each. In all, the script had 33 scenes. That was an average of 4 seconds per edit.
And I had to do it that night. I would not have Marvin again because of his schedule. He was currently the cinematographer for one of the Star Trek series.
We started filming around 8PM and finished at 6AM. I got every scene I wanted and got them in no more than two takes. I improvised on the fly as situations presented themselves. The out-takes are hysterical.
The last scene has Butch sitting by a lagoon with the moon reflecting on the water. We had only minutes before the sun rose. We ran down to the shore by the boat mooring. Butch sat next to a small body of sea water,,,pebbles and rocks. There was no moon that night but the Cosmic Muffin smiled on me that night. There was a light standard on the boat and the light from it was reflected in the water looking exactly like the moon.
“Action!” Cut!” “Print!”
We were done. Marvin took me aside…the man that went on to become the cinematographer of the many Star Trek series and some of the movies…..and told me that he thought that it would be impossible to get all the shots I had written down, but we did it and he patted me on the back and hugged me. I broke down. The stress of this shoot had finally hit home.
My adrenaline was running high. The night started with a hundred people. At 6AM, there were maybe 15 left. I offered breakfast but we were so tired that we just wanted to sleep.
Oh no. I had to take the caskets back. So we loaded them into the 2 hearses and I drove it to Cassandra’s with a few guys. We unloaded them; I dropped people off, and headed home. The hearse stayed parked in my driveway all day while I slept with a smile.
Now the real hard part was to commence: The editing.
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