Wrapper: Dominican Corojo
Filler: Dominican, Nicaraguan
Size: 5 x 46 Corona ~ “Regalos”
Today we take a look at the Warped Don Reynaldo Regalos.
From Cigar Dojo:
“For the most part, Warped has focused its efforts on building a solid base of core-line cigars, only releasing a few limiteds—mostly consisting of alternate size variations, etc. of core cigars. This brings us to the original Don Reynaldo release from December, 2014. Made at the famed El Titan de Bronze factory in Miami, the cigars were Warped’s first fully limited edition blend, with only 100 boxes of 10 cigars being rolled. Created in honor of brand owner Kyle Gellis’ father, the ultra-limited cigars quickly became one of the hottest attractions for collectors.
“Much to the surprise (and approval) of those that were lucky enough to try the original cigar, Don Reynaldo was on display at the Warped booth for this year’s 2015 IPCPR show in New Orleans. Modified from the original “Corona De Luxe” (5½ x 42) vitola, the new “Regalos” measures 5 x 46. And, just as the cigars were inspired from Kyle’s father, he was also responsible for the welcomed return—Kyle mentioned at IPCPR that when his father learned of the cigar’s popularity, he responded that people should have full access to smoke the cigars they enjoy. This only reaffirmed Kyle’s focus towards building his core products and the Don Reynaldo is now a regular production cigar, rolled in small batches at ETDB.”
This is a nice looking stick with an oily tawny burnished maple wrapper. Very toothy. Seams are visible as well as being full of large veins and some bumps and lumps. The bottom half feels soft compared to the top half. The triple cap is nicely done. And the cigar band is reminiscent of a Cuban cigar.
AROMAS AND COLD DRAW POINTS:
From the shaft, I can smell floral notes, caramel, malt, black pepper, chocolate, coffee, very creamy, cedar, cinnamon, and raisins.
From the clipped cap and the foot, I can smell chocolate covered raisins, caramel, malts, creaminess, floral notes, black pepper, and cedar.
The cold draw presents flavors of cinnamon, cream, chocolate, malt, black pepper, cedar, citrus, and nuts.
First, this cigar has been given the distinction by lots of reviewers as being very Cubanesque. Interesting.
Second, I’ve had this cigar for months and my gifter probably had it much longer so it is ripe for picking.
The draw is spot on.
Black pepper attacks without restraint. Immediately, a big list of flavors explode nearly overwhelming my palate.
And they are: Lemon zest, vanilla, creamy, espresso, caramel, dried fruit, nutty, cedar, and malts.
Buttery smooth with an intense invasion of complexity. Transitions are in perpetual motion. The finish is just great.
Strength hits its promised medium.
The Warped Don Reynaldo Regalos does not waste a single nano second in impressing the shit out of me. Wow.
With only 1” burned, the stick hits its first major sweet spot. The complexity is stunning showing compliance with my needs as an experienced cigar smoker. $13-$15 for a corona is a lot of dough. But my apprehension that it is overpriced is dashed; and even at this early stage, I’m willing to say that this is a killer cigar worth every shekel.
This cigar is special. It is now my favorite Warped blend.
Now is it Cubanesque in nature? I don’t know. This is such a broad claim that really has no relevance. I’m not a follower of the hypothesis that some non-Cuban blends may have Habana tendencies as the variety of Cuban blends are so varied that it seems like a personal statement of experience. The Warped Don Reynaldo Regalos stands on its own and doesn’t require allusions that make it seem more appealing.
This is one of those great sticks that finds that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Flavors are less distinct and lend themselves more to a mélange of pure essence.
Construction is excellent with no burn issues and a nice easy draw with perfect resistance.
I can assert that there are several complexities going on at once. Flavors move into groups: Caramel, butter, creamy. Chocolate, nutty, malts. Spicy, cinnamon, citrus. Vanilla, espresso, floral, and cherries Jubilee.
OK. Maybe a little Cubanesque.
Sweet spot 2.0. Is there no end to this insanity?
I had no idea this little gem was hiding in plain sight for months in my humidor.
Flavors zip in and out of contention. The Warped Don Reynaldo Regalos has one of the highest levels of complexity in any cigar I’ve smoked. You just don’t want this baby to end.
But as most of us smokers agree upon is that the smaller sizes have better flavor profiles than giant Redwoods. This is an intense experience.
That soft part of the cigar, mentioned earlier, is causing the cigar’s first half to smoke too quickly. Fingers crossed that the second half slows the fuck down.
While this is certainly not a new blend, I see this cigar in contention for my best of 2018.
The soft bottom causes the ash to constantly disengage and end up on the floor.
The vanilla is a driving element. It lines up perfectly with the creamy buttery elements.
The long finish makes me smack my lips like a dog on a bone.
A renewed mix of flavors reminds me of eating a Three Musketeers candy bar. Or if you’re old enough to remember; a U-No bar…my favorite as a kid. The chocolate nougat would just melt in your mouth.
Strength hangs in at medium.
The quandary: Exactly how much humidor time is required to get to this point? I have no idea. A month? Or 9 months? Maybe someone can help me out.
Every reviewer that took on the Warped Don Reynaldo Regalos absolutely raved about it. Ratings reflect that enthusiasm. I concur.
Clearly, this is one consistent blend and hence the hefty price tag.
But, again, this is a special blend that everyone should try. Russian ballerinas are dancing on my palate. And if I hold my head just right, I can look up their tutus.
Smoke time is 25 minutes.
The Warped Don Reynaldo Regalos keeps on chooglin’. Every puff brings exponentially more interesting notes that demand my attention.
I’m not really sure what made this a $14 cigar. The leaf stats don’t bring additional info to the table. A secret formula?
I’m having too good a time to be witty and clever. Something I struggle with anyway.
My entire focus is on the blend. Everything else is blotted out. It creates a one minded experience.
All of the aforementioned flavors are in play. Nothing new. Nothing taken away. All working in perfect harmony.
If I were a rich man, I’d buy a box of these cigars and sleep with them. Something I did when I was younger. When I bought my 1970 Gibson EBO bass, I slept with it next to me in bed all night for a week. Same thing happened when I bought my 1980 Schecter fretless. The Warped Don Reynaldo Regalos is welcome in my bed anytime.
Strength notches up a tick and hits medium/full.
The better filled second half slows down, thankfully. I’m ruined for the rest of the day.
Creaminess turns into ice cream lemon custard. Caramel goes nuts. Malts play a big part. The chocolate nougat candy bar component is screaming laughter. Complexity is on a monumental journey; and has from the very start.
The flaky ash is annoying as I’m covered in it.
There is a perfumey aroma and taste.
Spiciness holds its own giving the blend some real pizazz while never becoming overwhelming.
This is an exemplary example in mastery of blending techniques. The cigar has been available for years and I can’t believe I’m just getting to it now. What’s wrong with me?
I wish Warped could have made this blend a little more price point friendly. But like most things in life, you get what you pay for. I don’t mind paying too much out of my meager cigar budget if I’m totally enthralled with the product.
Killer blend and readily available everywhere. My only advice is that at this price, I believe patience is the key. You don’t want to smoke this cigar too soon. Let it simmer in its own juices for a few months before even touching your first one.
Final smoke time is one hour 10 minutes.
And now for something completely different:
I was sitting, alone, at a small outdoor café in Paris. We had played the night before. And I just wanted to be alone. So I found a NY Times and had some coffee and a croissant. I never understood why Europeans drank their coffee out of little demitasse cups…until I took my first sip. Wow. It was pure sludge with more caffeine than 4 cups of American coffee.
While I was reading, someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Roger Waters from Pink Floyd. He was sitting with Nick Mason, the drummer…who I had met earlier in my rock star life while touring with Curved Air.
Roger asked if they could join me. Duh!
They were in town to play three concerts. We were there to play two. Nick told me that they had come to see us the night before. I asked why they didn’t come backstage and Nick told me they didn’t want to be obtrusive. “Be obtrusive next time, boys. Be obtrusive!”
Roger, who plays bass in PF told me he admired the way I played. Wow!! The thing is that my style approximated the Stanley Clarke/Jaco Pastorius style of jazz fusion which really hadn’t hit Europe yet. So I stood out. In fact, that style of playing is what got me the gig with Curved Air. For once, America was ahead of Britain’s music stylings.
We sat and drank coffee for two hours. I told them all the dirt about CA. And Roger dished on David Gilmour. These fellas hadn’t gotten along in years.
Meanwhile, Nick was like me…the band’s peacemaker. Only he didn’t get fired for that trait like I did.
I found Roger a bit haughty. Meanwhile, Nick was a regular guy. Our laugh fest kept being interrupted by autograph seekers. I was asked for my autograph not because I was in Curved Air, but because the morons thought I was in PF. So I started signing David Gilmour’s name. Roger got a big kick out of this and started introducing me as David…even though I had a huge black afro. No one questioned him. LMFAO.
We had a lot of fun in that brief two hours. I never laughed so hard. These were funny guys, like me. Then we started people watching and making up conversations we thought the passerby’s should be saying. I spit my coffee out from laughing half a dozen times.
I discovered that they were playing across town that night from where we were to play, but at a much later hour. Roger invited me to come backstage and hang. I agreed instantly. After our gig, I quickly grabbed a taxi and took off. Didn’t even change out of my stage gear. The band asked where I was going and as I got into a cab, I yelled, “Roger Waters and Nick Mason invited me to their gig.”
They all laughed at me because, in their minds, this would never happen. I wasn’t the big star they were.
I got there an hour before they went on. I had plenty of hash on me but there was no need. These boys could smoke me under the table. Fortunately, their keys player smoked it in a pipe like I did. That European method of mixing the hash with cigarette tobacco in a huge joint was intolerable and made me sick. I never smoked cigarettes. Ever.
I smoked so much that halfway through their almost three hour concert, I was too tired to go on. So I left, leaving a note explaining why I left. I was tired.
I ran into PF one more time. We were in England and both bands had finished their gigs and were heading back to London. The only place to get something to eat at that hour were these horrible truck stops every 25 miles. They had a little cafeteria and all you could get was the same thing: bangers, bacon, eggs, and potatoes. A real treat was that they liked to put stewed tomatoes on top of their eggs. It repulsed me at first but I got used to it and it became the only element that gave flavor to flavorless English food.
The band sat next to us in this giant dining room. Darryl Way whispered loudly, “That’s Pink Floyd!!!” We all laughed because he said it so loud that even PF could hear it and it made them laugh.
The next part was priceless. While CA tried to act cool and not make a big deal of sitting next to PF, the boys right away came over and shook my hand and hugged me. All of them. CA members were stunned.
“See. I told you they invited me in Paris to hang with them.”
This pissed Darryl off no end. He was such an arrogant prick. How could a lowly American like me…a newbie to the band; be liked and acknowledged by such a famous band.
Nick sat down next to me at our table and we kibitzed for a while. He basically ignored my band mates. I was loving it.
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