Size: 5 x 42 “Petit Corona-(Mareva)”
Price: $15.00 (Varies)
Number of Cigars Smoked Prior to Review: 0
Accompanying Libation: Herbal tea
Today we take a look at the Por Larrañaga Petit Corona (2010).
This is an extremely popular cigar and yet they are being phased out. The cigar comes in cabinets of 50. Prices are really all over the place. I’ve seen them as cheap as $4.78-$15.00 each.
Good buddy, Kevin Esser, sent me a 5 pack of cigars. I’ve reviewed three and the fourth, another Habano, was just too small to review.
This Cuban Por Larrañaga cigar brand was created in 1834 by Ignacio Larrañaga. Possibly making it the oldest regular production Havana brand still in existence.
This little stick looks like a real stick on the branch of an old tree. It is beat up looking. Wrinkles galore. (Pussy’s half-sister). Seams are not tight. Funky in its shape. But densely packed. The triple cap is its crowning glory..sorry for the pun. And it has a flat head. Like Kevin.
AROMA AND COLD DRAW NOTES:
There are wonderful floral notes coming off the shaft. As well as sweetness, butterscotch, and honey. It’s fruity, like me, with earthy tobacco notes.
On the cold draw, I can taste earthy tobacco, spice, graham cracker, and coffee.
tobacco, cedar, coffee, and fruits, and remained very full bodied throughout. Even though the wrapper was a little worse for wear,
Yes, it is 5” long but a 42 ring gauge hardly warrants thirds being dissected.
Sweetness pervades the first puffs: Caramel, honey, and vanilla. There are also touches of coffee, cocoa, and orange citrus.
The draw is good. The char line is behaving.
A bit of spiciness rears its pretty head now. And then some creaminess.
It’s been a couple years since I’ve smoked a Cuban and I feel like it is a real treat to smoke one for a review. You have no idea how hard it was not to go ahead and just smoke it.
There is a nice earthy tobacco element along with a dose of salty pretzel.
The strength is mild/medium. I get the feeling this would be a more potent blend if not for the long humidor gestation time.
An inch in, complexity shows up. This is an excellent cigar by any standards. It has a sophisticated balance to it.
The flavor profile is not all in or exciting; but rather, it is subtle and gentle.
Here it is: Sweetness, cedar, creaminess, coffee, caramel, toasty, honey, vanilla, orange citrus, cocoa, and very earthy tobacco.
The orange element and newly added dried fruit really amp up the sweetness of the Por Larrañaga Petit Corona (2010).
The strength moves to medium body.
And the flavor profile now kicks some arse. It is chock full of the kitchen sink: Creaminess, spiciness, cinnamon, sweetness, caramel, toast, roasted nuts, vanilla, orange citrus, cocoa, and earthiness.
That’s right, the whole thing turned upside down in terms of the list of flavors.
There is no shortage of the Por Larrañaga Petit Coronas online. Whether they are real or not, I have no idea. I don’t buy Cubans because I’m chicken shit and cannot afford to lose the dough if they are confiscated or confidant of their origin. I got burned a couple times in the early 2000’s. And so I’ve stayed away from the Cuban sites. Maybe you can turn me on to some reliable and real Cuban cigar sites. Of course, they aren’t cheap and I’d be blowing my entire month’s cigar budget on 10, or so, cigars.
I will just have to continue living vicariously through others.
This is such a wonderful blend. So subtle and complicated at the same time. I read one review and the guy said he managed to make the Por Larrañaga Petit Corona last 40 minutes. I have no idea how he did that. At the very outside, this has been a 25 minute smoke.
The Por Larrañaga Petit Corona (2010) was designed to be a stronger cigar than what I am experiencing. As I near the end of the cigar, it has not only met with medium body; but wants to take the next step to medium/full.
I’d love to smoke a bigger Por Larrañaga. It is such a unique experience. I get it now. Why some smokers insist on smoking nothing but Habanos. But one must be flush to do so.
I am taking my time. The cigar band comes off easily. And flavors are pouring out of the cap like a water faucet.
With 1-1/2” to go, the Por Larrañaga Petit Corona (2010) hits medium/full.
Every single flavor is swimming around like a sea of swarming simbas.
There is no heat. No harshness. Just excruciatingly great flavor.
This is a great French pastry. The dried fruit becomes very strong and tastes like golden raisins and Medjool dates.
The red pepper has only gotten stronger. No lulls.
The creaminess rounds out the entire flavor profile.
I use my trusty cigar roach clip called the XistiX Cigar Clip to milk every bit I can from the cigar. They aren’t cheap at $25 but worth it in situations as this.
Thank you Kevin. This was a helluva treat.
I can’t be sure of what the real price is as so many Cuban online stores sell fake cigars. I’m guessing the real ones are $10-$15 each. And while I cannot afford a 25 minute smoke at this price, I feel it is worth the price tag.
This is a very sophisticated cigar that I see only experienced cigar smokers indulging in. Why? Because it takes an experienced palate to pick up the very subtle flavor points.
The Por Larrañaga Petit Corona (2010) is extremely smooth. Even as the cigar reaches medium/full body, there is no nicotine or heat.
Once again, many thanks to Kevin E. for giving me a precious Por Larrañaga Petit Corona (2010) from his stash.
Great cigar. I’m looking to my readers to comment to tell me the best place to purchase these cigars.
And now for another rock god story:
I am jazzed. My adrenaline is racing. I’m writing this the day before this review.
I’m watching the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival on AXS TV. I’ve been watching it all weekend, mostly live.
And the Who performed.
I am going to write once again about my run in with Pete back in 1974 while in Curved Air.
We were mixing the “Live” album at George Martin’s “Air Studios.”
They had two studios. Curved Air was in one. The other one was the mixing of the music from the Who movie, “Tommy” which was released in 1975.
The live album was my crowning glory. Out of the entire album, I was only asked to punch in ONE note. One note!
The rest of the band had to punch in a shit load of stuff. Not me. LOL.
So I could have stayed home watching BBC1 on TV or I could have hung out at Air Studios.
It was late. There were only four people in the booth: The producer, the engineer, Sonja, and me.
It was dimly lit. Sonja and I sat at the farthest point away from the mixing board. We sat on the floor with our backs against a big sofa.
We were smoking one doob after another.
At the front of the studio, I noticed the door opened and a man walked in. In the dim lighting, I did not recognize him.
He headed straight to Sonja and me.
I was introduced as the bassist. And while we sat and talked, they were mixing the song that I tore a new asshole on.
Pete interrupted Sonja and pointed his finger to the monitors. “Who is playing bass?”
I couldn’t speak.
Sonja laughed and pointed to me.
“Wow.” That’s all he said. And then he made us listen to the whole 8 minutes of the song. He reached over and patted me on the head and shook my hand. He said, “Brother, you are a mother fucker of a bass player!”
I could have died right there.
We sat laughing and smoking hash. Hours passed. Pete got to hear more songs. I killed on that album. In fact, one review of the album said that “Phil might possibly be the best bass player in the world!”
I still have that review.
I went home on cloud 9 that early morning.
The next night, Stew Copeland was there too. Pete came into the studio and asked Stew and me if we wanted to jam?
There was this little ante room off the hallway. It was maybe 8 x 10. I have no idea what it was used for. No windows. No recording equipment.
But we dragged shit into the room and began to play. It was so small that I had to literally stand directly next to Pete.
We jammed for hours. Turns out it got recorded. I asked for a copy and was told no. No bootlegs allowed.
A week later, the band asked Pete if he could produce our next album. He said yes.
I called all my friends at home in California. I woke them up.
So we jammed and jammed and jammed. Pete kept slapping Stew and I on the back each time we finished playing.
And then I was invited into the other studio where Pete was working on Tommy. I just sat and watched and listened. It was fascinating watching that man at work. It was one of those nights that I met Roger Daltrey. He was sort of shy and standoffish.
But then the next night we jammed in the Tommy studio. Stew was invited too and Pete played guitar and Roger sang.
I was sure I had made it big. This would never end.
What I didn’t know was that this was Pete’s heroin period. He was high all the time.
So when it came to sitting down and signing contracts for the next album, he bowed out.
I was heartbroken.
For the rest of my tenure with CA, I begged for copies of the jams we did. They shooed me away like a mosquito.
One of the greatest regrets is that I didn’t find a way to snag those tapes.
So now I’ve been watching their concert on AXS TV and get just excited as if I was there. Such power!
I had Who albums at home but I never asked Pete for an autograph. The moment you behave like a fan, you’re dead. And not a peer.
But even in all the haziness of years gone by from then til now, I hold this memory most dear.
And if you know where those tapes are, get them for me please.
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