Wrapper: Nicaraguan Sun Grown
Size: 5 x 56 “Robusto”
Price: $10.00 MSRP
Today we take a look at the Perdomo Double Aged 12 Year Vintage Sun Grown.
Six more words in that title makes it an entire passage in the Bible.
The Perdomo Double Aged 12 Year Vintage can be had in Maduro, Connecticut and Sun Grown. They are all the same price; based on size of course.
Robusto: 5 x 56 $10.00
Epicure: 6 x 56 $10.50
Churchill: 7 x 56 $11.00
Gordo Extra: 6.5 x 60 $11.50
Here is the kicker from the PR department. The binder and filler have been bale aged for 10 years and then aged another 2 years in white oak charred bourbon barrels. That kind of makes me drool.
The Perdomo Double Aged 12 Year Vintage line made its debut at the 2014 IPCPR trade show.
According to the Perdomo Cigars Press Release:
“Using a proprietary double‐aging process, each leaf of seco, viso, ligero, binder, and wrapper is aged in charred, white oak bourbon barrels. This unique double‐aging process ensures the perfect color, texture, aroma, and flavor in these tobaccos, making each cigar a well‐balanced and full‐flavored smoking experience.
“The first release, scheduled for July 2014, will be in a beautiful Ecuadorian Connecticut wrapper, offering a smooth smoke with a creamy complexity, slight hints of caramel and cedar, with a rich, buttery finish. The second release, scheduled for September 2014, will be in a rich Nicaraguan Sun Grown wrapper, offering a smooth smoke with a spicy‐ sweet complexity, slight hints of oak and almond, with a long warming finish. The third release, scheduled for November 2014, will be in an oily Nicaraguan Maduro wrapper, offering a smooth smoke with a natural sweet complexity, hints of dark cocoa and coffee, with a rich, robust finish. Perdomo will release a limited production of only 240,000 cigars per wrapper, equaling only 2,500 total boxes per size. The 2014 release will only be offered to 250 of the finest retailers world‐wide.”
I expect a lot from this cigar. My only hesitation is on me. I’ve had this stick for well over a month…probably almost 6 weeks. Perdomo is not known for blending New Breed style where the stick is ready to smoke in 3 weeks. They are old school baby.
So if I end up wasting this cigar, shame on me.
The Sun Grown wrapper is very light in color and could almost be confused with a Connecticut wrapper. It is slightly oily and silky smooth.
The construction is gorgeous with hidden seams, very few veins, and a perfect triple cap. And this doesn’t happen often…the cigar is perfectly round. It rolls like an expensive pool cue.
I clip the can and find aromas of spice, sweetness, wood, nuts, cinnamon, chocolate, graham cracker, very earthy tobacco, leather, and fruit. For some reason, I always get the sweetest aromas from the shaft.
Time to light up.
This big ring gauge is for the birds. I have a small, delicate, fragile mouth and I can’t help but bite down while I type. So I only puff when I’m not typing. We’ll see how long that lasts.
The Perdomo Double Aged 12 Year Vintage Sun Grown starts off with a big bang!
The char line is on the money. The draw is perfect and huge billows of smoke fill the room. The fan is turned on.
The strength is classic medium body. Based on what I taste, this baby has to go stronger than medium. I can feel it in my gut. Or else it just starts out strong and then mellows.
Clearly, the 5-6 weeks of humidor time was plenty as I feel confident that I am getting every bit of the blender’s intent. Kudos Perdomo.
The cream and graham cracker and cinnamon work as a team giving off a nice cheese cake simile.
The mysterious flavor is getting stronger but dag nab it…I just don’t know.
The spiciness is going strong. I love that.
Well damn! That mysterious flavor was good old fashioned peanut butter. But the twist is that it tastes more like cashew butter than peanut. It is smoother with that sweeter flavor. That was the spin that I wasn’t getting.
The creaminess is oozing like:
“Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog’s eye.
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess.
Boy you been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob.”
Thank you John Lennon for help in describing the creaminess.
The whole character of the Perdomo Double Aged 12 Year Vintage Sun Grown seems to be settling down into a smooth journey of well-defined flavors and balance.
You just know that the blend is going to improve as it burns. So I am sticking my neck out, with only 1” burned, that this is going to be an impressive cigar. I may even break my own rules and rate it.
And this cigar certainly deserves a rock n roll anecdote. I will pick up where I left off when I wrote the E.P. Carrillo Cabinet review. The Perdomo Double Aged 12 Year Vintage Sun Grown can change your mood from foul to “I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing (In Perfect Harmony).”
The cable classic rock just started playing “Stairway to Heaven.” Mike Cook was brilliant at pulling great songs from a just released album for us to play that weekend. Our band “Homegrown” (I know, not very subtle), played out every weekend because we could mimic any band; especially Led Zep. Mark, our singer, could do Robert Plant and Mike could do Jimmy Page. We had a huge catalog of Zep songs to play live and we were loved every place we played. Mike had the uncanny ability to know what was going to be a hit song before it became one. So days after it was released in late 1971, we played “STH” at the EM Club at El Toro Marine Base in Santa Ana, CA.
The second third begins.
Back to the Perdomo Double Aged 12 Year Vintage Sun Grown. The ash is a beautiful sight. I know I’m going to fuck it up because I have to remove the lower second cigar band. Here goes…
Oh shit! It isn’t two bands like I thought. It is one major billboard sized band. I only bought one of these sticks due to the price and the dough that my VIP Sponsors gave me. Normally, I buy at least two sticks so I can flatten out the band the night before. So now I have a cigar band the size of Christopher Columbus’s map of the New World.
Something sexy about looking at a big naked cigar with almost 2” of ash hanging perfectly intact. And while I spewing the previous sentence, the ash falls into my lap. Damn!
The flavor profile ratchets up. The strength is a tick above medium body.
New flavors enter the arena: Vanilla, buttery shortbread, and dried apricot.
This is one of the creamiest cigars I’ve smoked. Strangely, the cocoa has disappeared.
But the spiciness maintains is ferocity as it was at the beginning of the burn.
I peeked at a couple reviews. The ones that rarely tell you how long they’ve humidor rested the stick. I betcha’ a buck they only let them rest for 3 weeks. In fact, it may have been ready at 3 weeks. But while they experience a mild/medium strength, I am experiencing an escalating strength. Time will tell my lovely readers in all things organic.
As I near the halfway point, the Perdomo Double Aged 12 Year Vintage Sun Grown picks up speed. The stick has a perfect complexity, balance and finish.
The price point. $10.00. Worth every plug nickel. This stick is a masterpiece of blending.
I will insert the Perdomo Double Aged 12 Year Vintage Sun Grown into The Katman’s Top 25 Cigars for 2015. I’ve yet to begin to compile that list yet but it will be there.
The construction is masterful. A damn near perfect char line. Absolutely no wrapper issues. And a hearty cap.
I reach the halfway point.
My 65th birthday is coming up in a couple weeks and so is my 30th anniversary. So I am treating myself to some Cubans. I did my research and discovered a reliable site called: My-Cuban-Cigars. If anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to comment. I also could use some help in picking the best brands. Oh well, another month of not paying rent. (Just kidding). Charlotte is working now.
And here are the final flavors: Cream, caramel, spice, leather, marzipan, earthiness, vanilla, buttery shortbread, cashew, dried fruit, and a tad bit of coffee.
The strength reaches medium/full bodied. But only a little nicotine.
Truly a delicious cigar right from the start. Hell yeah, I recommend it.
And now for something completely different:
“As Stew, Sonja and I stood on the train platform, I got bad news. They forgot to renew her prescription for methadone and I was told there might be some problems on that long train trip. And to make sure that the rest of the band didn’t find out about this.
Management got us first class seating. All that meant was that instead of chairs ala airplane seating, you get a nice big table with two chairs on each side and special attention from the stewards.
Stew made sure we didn’t sit with the band.
Apparently, they forgot to get refills of Sonja’s morphine at the pharmacy. And she would have to go without it for the 8 hour train ride. I was told she would probably go through withdrawal. Oh God.
The rest of the band sat in the first class car ahead of us. They spent most of their time in the bar car getting smashed. So as they passed Sonja and us they didn’t notice her bizarre behavior.
And of course to top it off, we sat across from a stuffy Member of Parliament and his wife. Both in their 60’s.
In fact, most people in that car were elderly.
So when Sonja began her withdrawal symptoms, everyone pretended not to notice.
First her eyes rolled up and it looked like a horror movie. Then she began clawing at her arms with her fingernails causing long streaks of blood.
Then she started making animal sounds. Sounds of an animal in distress. Then the arms started waving uncontrollably.
I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
All I had on me was Dramamine. I was shoveling them down her gullet like Skittles. After a bit, they did their job and she fell asleep.
I took that time to go pee. When I got back she was awake and screaming…and trying to crawl on top of the table.
Our companions just turned away. Never said a fucking word. Arrogant assholes.
We finally got to our destination in Northern England. Instead of checking into our hotel, I grabbed her and dragged her to the nearest pharmacy. We got her stuff and ran back to the hotel.
Meanwhile, the band had no idea.
Management put Sonja and me in the same hotel room so I could look after her. And of course, I couldn’t say a word to the band about this or they might quit. This had happened before in the past and they swore that if she was getting high again, there would be no reunion of Curved Air.
I managed to get her needles and her ampules out and prep them. I smacked her around while I sat on her belly on the bed.
I tied her off.
Mind you. I had never done anything like this. And I was shitting my pants.
Sonja came around enough to inject the needle into her fucked up vein. Moments later, she came to. And behaved like nothing had happened.
“Are we there already?”
I just rolled off of her and on to the floor next to the bed. I was drenched in my own sweat.
She got up and said she was going to meet up with the rest of the band. Did I want to come along?
I took a shower and thought about how we had 6 weeks of this bullshit. What do you mean “we?”
The rest of the tour was a nightmare trying to keep this a secret from the band. And Sonja pulled all sorts of stunts.
To be continued….
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