Wrapper: Ecuadorian Sumatra
Size: 7 x 70 “Super Gordo”
Today we take a look at the La Flor Dominicana 707.
I want to thank La Flor Dominicana for supplying me a 5 pack for review.
The cigar was released in spring of 2014. And manufactured at the Tabacalera La Flor S.A. factory. Approximately, only 20,000 cigars were released.
This is LFD’s entry into the limited editions that are homage to the TAA; or Tobacconists’ Association of America. The TAA consists of approximately 40 manufacturers and 80 retailers.
This is the biggest damn cigar I’ve ever smoked. I read a couple of the A List reviewer’s impressions and no one thought too much of it but were polite as they didn’t want to truly bite the hand that feeds them. But the Big Daddy of all News and Reviews has my undying respect for being totally honest and giving the cigar a grueling low score.
Which reminds me…if you want to read something hysterical, email me. And I will send you a link from one of the A List reviewer’s blog. It is the “Ant-Christ Manifesto.” Or basically a long rambling bunch of statements separating the good (Him) from the bad (Me).
It goes on to purposely distance his practices, and behavior, from me. His mother must be so proud. I laughed so hard I nearly pissed my pants while reading it. So email me and I will send you the link. Man, I am the most hated reviewer on the planet. If Saddam were alive, and reviewing, these A List guys would still hate me more than him. LOL!
Here we go. The La Flor Dominicana 707. I expect a 3 hour smoke. Not including the work of writing and photography, that translates to about 4-1/2 hours+.
I expect the cigar’s wrapper to crack on me. It is -29 right now and the dining room window is open to expel smoke. Cigars were not built for that shock to the systems.
The wrapper is a medium, oily brown. Seams are visible but tight. Lots of veins, both big and small. The triple cap is flawless; but not for long. I have no idea how to smoke it.
I hear cracking noises already.
I clip the cap and find aromas of bakery spice, wood, hay, fruit, cocoa, and spice.
Time to light up.
First puffs are sweet and creamy. And cedar.
I swear it looks like I’m giving head. Not that I would know what that looks like but I do have an imagination.
This is the fourth cigar I’ve brought out from the humidor. But after two minutes exposed to the cold in the room, the wrapper begins to crack so I close the window. Charlotte is at work and won’t be home for another 4-1/2 hours. I’m good to go. Fingers crossed.
This is the first cigar I’ve found impossible to chomp. I have to suckle on it like an infant on a teat. A nice black cherry element and sweetness arrives. It is ultra-creamy and wood filled. It is very savory at the same time. It has a smoky campfire attitude.
Why in the hell do manufacturers think smokers want to smoke 70 or 80 ring gauge cigars? Certainly, experienced smokers want nothing to do with them except as a joke. The manufacturers can be a bunch of schmucks sometimes.
I’ve got a large vertical crack 90° at the foot over an inch long. Hopefully, I can burn through it.
I’m impressed with the exceptional tastiness of the blend.
With ¾” burned, black pepper shows up. The draw is excellent. Even though I feel like I’m sipping the cigar through a straw because I can’t get my mouth around it.
A vegetal element appears and is very welcome. It is green like celery or cucumber.
The strength is medium.
The black pepper rises to the occasion and gives the La Flor Dominicana 707 some oomph.
Caramel comes next.
The burn line is a royal mess. I touch it up or face watching it canoe on me.
A large seam beneath the cigar cap dislodges and I glue it. And I keep hearing crack noises while I type. I shouldn’t be reviewing in this cold.
There is a very slim chance I can make it all the way through this cigar before it comes apart on me.
Flavors are pleasant for such a big log.
But they are simple and without flare or interest.
The real comers are the cream, caramel, and black cherry. The cocoa is merely a background flavor.
I’ve now burned almost 2” and coffee shows up. Nice. It ramps up the cream and caramel.
The char line is behaving itself quite nicely.
Of all the things that LFD could contribute to the TAA line of homage cigars, why would they make a 7 x 70 sized cigar? Makes no sense.
The La Flor Dominicana 707 is cruising along. I don’t expect anything to even approach flavor bomb status. The wrapper vs. filler ratio has to be all out of whack.
Got back in touch with the finest drummer I’ve ever played with. Known Scott Nordell for over 30 years. He and I used to jam on Sundays over at Marc Solomon’s house. Marc is a bloody genius. But way out there. He played great keys and guitar and sitar. And we would just wood shed for hours and hours. Damn, that really improved my chops.
Anyway, if my dream comes true and we get to tour Asia this summer, I’ve told Rick Tunstall I want Scott to be our drummer. Scott is a monster percussionist.
Back to the La Flor Dominicana 707. I’ve now invested 45 minutes and smoked only 1-1/2”. At this rate, it will be another 3-1/2 hours just to smoke it.
I have to admit though; that while the flavor profile is not a big winner, it is very pleasant and enjoyable. The sound of cracking has ceased. My prayers might have been answered.
Most of the reviews I read about the La Flor Dominicana 707 were diametrically opposed to the size of the cigar. They were very short. Thereby pronouncing their polite dislike for this behemoth. They probably didn’t even finish it. Which is a possibility for me.
The cable radio station is playing “Voodoo Child” by Jimi. I cranked the volume and the dog lit a joint.
I hit the second third.
The ash is hanging tough. Am I manly enough to see how far it goes or do I wimp out and knock it off. When this baby goes into my lap, I will lose sight of my camera hanging from my neck.
I knock it off.
Cigars this size must need a year to humidor age properly. And then no guarantee of how good it will be.
Same flavors. Same ol’, same ol.’
Of all the TAA cigars, this has to be the worst. There are 7 brands so far that have designated a blend to the TAA:
Angel’s Anvil by Crowned Heads
AVO 2nd Movement
H. Upmann Bank Note
Padrón 1964 TAA Exclusive
My Father TAA Exclusive
La Flor Dominicana 707
Man, I’m bored.
I could use this time for a rock n roll story.
NO change to the flavor profile. And in fact, it may have been swept away by the tide.
I am bored out of my mind. I don’t think I can take a bullet for my readers and finish this whole thing.
A huge chunk of ash falls into my lap. Damn.
I’ve got 3-1/4” to go. I’ve been smoking the La Flor Dominicana 707 for over 2 hours. Someone break me out. Help.
The review may come to an end when I remove the cigar band and all those cracks go hog wild.
There is virtually no flavor left.
Once removed, the cigar band is the size of a Pontiac.
I am only continuing, dear readers, to see if the last third does something. But I’m not there yet.
As predicted, one side sees the wrapper seam disengage and it is just too big to glue. It runs the entire length of what is left of the cigar.
The last third begins.
2-3/4 hours. Oy vay.
The flavor profile actually perks up. The spiciness makes its first serious entrance.
The strength remains a static medium body.
I believe I deserve some sort of award for finishing the La Flor Dominicana 707.
A most feeble addition to the TAA line of brands.
It reminds me of when a big manufacturer makes a house brand for CI or Famous Smoke.
I have to pee. Be right back.
I can’t believe I held it in that long.
The price point. For its sheer size, I guess it’s worth $10.50. But then the Asylum 7 x 70 is only $6.56. Even the Asylum Ogre is only $9.52.
For its flavor and construction; it is a $5 cigar.
But then this is an LFD. A much better brand than Asylum.
Someone brought it to my attention that I should take a look at the Torano Cigar web site Gallery of photos. There may be 50 or so photos. And 18 of them are mine. Take a look. They give me no credit. And never asked permission to use them. I asked them to either reimburse me or take them down and they have ignored me. That’s the kind of people Torano Cigars are. I had a big fight with Jack Torano about a year or so ago. A real jerk. And then even his own family couldn’t stand him and he was no longer with his family’s business any longer. In October of 2014, he went to work for the little boutique cigar company, Roberto Duran. I guess the word was out on him otherwise he would have gone to work for a big company. Karma sometimes works beautifully.
Back to the La Flor Dominicana 707.
I have 1-3/4” to go when the nicotine strikes and the strength hits medium/full.
As usual, I’ve done the opposite of the other reviewers. Instead of writing a short negative, but polite, review of this cigar, I’ve written a small novella.
I assume you can get this cigar just about anywhere. Even though it is a limited production, it can’t be selling out. Of course, Smoke Inn has it. So does Two Guys Smoke Shop. They are asking only $9.50. Smoke Inn wants full retail. You will have to Google the La Flor Dominicana 707 if you are interested.
I’m done. Can’t go any further.
I should add that it has been brutally cold here in Wisconsin for some time now. and I’ve reviewed dozens of cigars in this weather and only a small portion had construction issues. But nothing like the 707. So it can’t be just the cold. It is the cigar.
And now for something completely different:
I watched part of a new movie last week called “Not Fade Away.” It took place in the mid 1960’s and whose plot was about a kid influenced by the rock scene and playing in a band. Man, that hit home..Hard.
Unfortunately, the movie was not that good but I hung in long enough to enjoy some of the similarities to my life back then in the same time period.
Back then, burgeoning rock bands didn’t play concerts in arenas. They played at parties when the parents were on vacation.
My first band played dozens of those parties. You set up in the corner of the living room and play. Amps weren’t that great so volume wasn’t an issue.
Our guitarist had a Sears Silvertone guitar. Sears even built a small amp into the guitar case. It was hilarious and our guitarist used it for a bit until he could save for a real amp rig.
I played my used Hofner Beatle bass. And I had a “Knox” amp. A real piece of shit. It had one 10” speaker and no power. It sounded terrible. My dad had a “friend.” We drove out to Palos Verdes to this guy’s guitar shop. My dad paid $75 for it new. It was my first rig. It never worked properly and was always failing on me.
So I plugged into the Sears guitar case so now both the guitarist and I were playing out of a 3 watts rig. What a laugh and not a soul could hear the bass; including me.
We were a four piece band and three of us went to Millikan High School in Long Beach. The singer was a year older so he could drive. He went to a high school in Lakewood; a neighboring city. I was only 15. So I had to be picked up for gigs.
Gigs never went late. By 11pm, they were over. No one really drank. But there was a lot of pot smoking. And the band was popular. Always. So the chicks liked us. It was simply the adoration of the female species that made me want to have a career in music. While I was no Wilt Chamberlain, I did alright.
After the gigs, we usually got invited to houses with some girls. And we “made out.” Maybe a little second base but that’s it.
After that, we headed over to Bob’s Big Boy restaurant on Bellflower Blvd in Long Beach. It was crowded. And we got the special for $1.35 of a Big Boy hamburger, fries, side salad, and a Coke. We were infuriated when the price went up to $1.65 a couple years later.
If we were broke, we headed over to Taco Bell and stuffed our faces for about a buck.
Back then, a gig paid around $30 for the four of us. $7.50 each. Some gigs didn’t pay at all. But the parties had a lot of girls that were willing.
I wasn’t a very good bassist then. The guitarist had to show me all the bass riffs.
But I improved a lot by the time of my next band. I was out of high school and met some guys and we started a band. 5 piece. Called “Homegrown.” I know, not very original. But it was 1969. That first band was called: “The Southern California Exposition and Musical Aggregation.” And the drummer got his older brother to get all of it on the bass drum head. He was a graphics major in college.
Homegrown did very well and was booked every weekend. We rehearsed at least three times per week. It was the most fun I had in a band…ever.
We were one of those perfect cover bands. We could do anyone to a tee. Especially Zep. That made us very popular.
I played in that band until 1972. The drummer quit and joined a show band that played strictly Vegas. I even ventured a trip by myself to see him. I was so embarrassed for him. The band was a lounge act. 5 players. A chick singer that played bass. The drummer told me to watch the keys player when the chick played her bass solo. She played the exact same thing every time so the keys player played along with her, very quietly with a big smile on his face.
Homegrown disbanded. I was lost. I played in a couple other bands but they weren’t fun.
Then Skip and Travis and I put a band together. We were going to take it to Europe in 1974. A couple months before we were to leave, Travis got drunk and wrapped his bike around a big tree and broke his leg into a million pieces.
Skip and I still went to Europe totally bewildered.
6 weeks later I was in Curved Air.
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