Wrapper: Ecuadorian Habano Maduro
Size: 7 x 50 Toro
This baby has flown under the radar. No big P.R. campaign. No cigar reviews.
I’ve had these cigars sleeping for a few months.
I believe this cigar will give me redemption after the reviews of the Ferio Tego Generoso and the 20 Acre Farm. Terrible and expensive cigars.
And this cigar is only $6.50!
These are sold only at Atlantic Cigar.
Because they have not gotten any publicity, the limited editions are still for sale. But they will be gone soon so I stepped in to accelerate that process. Nothing pisses me off more than missing out on a great cigar at a great price.
Plus, who did not like the original cigar that came out nearly 15 years ago? It is as reliable as your urologist’s love for you.
From Atlantic Cigar:
“Master Blends 3 is the special release offering in a series of limited artisanal blends. Liga Maestra is specifically blended to deliver the richest characteristics of Nicaraguan ligero filler and now being offered in Ecuadorian Habano maduro wrapper. It is complex like the original Master Blend, but with the added maduro flavor profile this wrapper brings, delivering a hint of natural sweetness to this spicy profile. The new Oliva Master Blend 3 Maduro satisfies the most experienced smoker. Complexity is the word that comes to mind when thinking about the Master Blends series, and the Master Blends 3 Maduro is no exception. These are wonderful cigars that’s sure to become a modern classic in the cigar world like its sister blend.
“This year’s batch is limited to 1,500 bundles of 20 cigars for each of the three sizes.”
SIZES AND PRICING:
Churchill 7 x 50 $6.50
Double Robusto 5 x 54 $6.50
Double Toro 6 x 60 $6.75
This is a very rustic looking stick. Quite sloppy. But no big deal when the cigar is not a $21 cigar. The wrapper is oily with a mottled combo of coffee grounds and dark chocolate hues. The cigar is very toothy. But my dear readers, the cigar is heavy in the hand and feels perfect. No hard or soft spots. Nice resistance when I depress it. And I cannot tell how many caps sit upon the top of the cigar. I am going to guess there are two. A very slick application of the caps makes the lines disappear. Lastly, it is a soft box press that feels good to caress.
SMELL THE GLOVE:
Aromas are faint…raisins, chocolate, malt, red pepper, creaminess, floral bits, black licorice, cedar, and barnyard.
The cold draw presents flavors of dark cocoa, cumin, creaminess, floral, black pepper, wheat, barnyard, and cedar.
The draw is wide open so no need for my PerfecDraw draw adjustment tool. It is a very handy device when trying to break out of jail. I have nearly gotten through my first bar on the window. “Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.” I hope to escape in time for the next horrific pandemic. By jail, I mean that Charlotte keeps me in a dog crate when I’m bad.
The first puffs explode in my face like soft boiled eggs. It tastes like the cigar has been aged for years. Now this is what I’m talking about. This inexpensive new take on a classic cigar is wonderful and performs immediately.
The char line is military spec.
Big fat notes of chocolate, espresso, creaminess, malt, black and red peppers, molasses, I think I taste baked apple (Merely my tiny brain playing tricks on me), steak sauce, Cheerios, a thick cream cheese element, and licorice.
This is what a $21 stick should taste like.
Complexity digs its heels in. Transitions begin with both savory and sweet influences. The finish is chocolate raisins and an odd lemon twist to give the blend a kick in the arse.
Upfront is chocolate cream pie. This is luscious.
Hallelujah. The curse of reviewing lousy cigars has been lifted.
Strength is medium/full, but the blend is so smooth that I barely notice the potency.
Well rounded, nuances galore, subtleties flailing, and balanced like the Flying Wallendas.
I tried one only a week after receipt and it was pretty good. But I decided to wait to see what this blend conjures up.
Whoever thought of this deserves three free nights at Caesars Palace in Vegas.
The music is pretty good on Pandora. I’m telling you it is a sign of mysticism and card shuffling.
Fat. Really fat. I’m not talking about Larry B. The cigar oozes character. Larry oozes bodily fluids…not as pleasant as the cigar.
The cigar is a slow roll. The guts of this tobacco sausage are perfectly placed so that there is a beautiful consistent experience.
The blend gets better. Linear is not in this cigar’s lexicon.
Right now, you are scrolling down to see my rating. I know how this works.
I can tell you this long before I am verklempt from this lovely cigar blend…it is a limited edition and if you don’t go to Atlantic Cigar and get a fiver at least, you are no longer in my will. Get this…a bundle of 20 is only $80! A fiver is only $24. This is insane.
Also, please mention that I sent you. Atlantic should know why their sales went up. Thank you.
Flavors whiz by. There is nothing earth shattering about the flavor profile other than it is done by experts who know what they are doing and aren’t trying to shove something down your throat no matter how bad the stick was when it went to market.
This was a brilliant stroke by Atlantic. No shit.
I am bummed they are going to run out.
The first third took over 35 minutes.
Oliva is the largest provider of tobacco in the world. They worked with Atlantic and used some very nicely aged tobacco with a design born of passion for their work. Nice to see.
The cigar is advertised as full strength. Yet it lingers at medium/full. My guess is that the second half will see the strength ramp up and I will swoon and pass out. That’s OK. I am more than willing to become unconscious for a good cause.
The blend is so smooth that it morphs into the whole bearing fruit of its disparate parts.
This is a perfect go-to cigar for your humidor. Where are you going to find a delicious premium cigar for this price point?
I remember a few years ago on Veteran’s Day when there were televised concerts. I remember this one thing like it was yesterday…Bruce Springsteen came out to a huge audience of soldiers and sang the Credence song, “Fortunate Son.” The song is about the rich and entitled kids that were either exempted from service or had a cushy gig because their father had juice. But the young audience didn’t get it. They embarrassed themselves by booing Springsteen when he finished. Bruce looked stunned and marched off the stage in a huff. I felt bad for him.
America is now on Pandora and “A Horse with No Name” is playing. The worst song ever written. I stick cotton in my ears and move on.
Complexity makes a huge leap. The intensity of flavors has gone Bozo Crazy.
I’m liking it. The blend grows and develops new attractions on the main stage.
The savory v. sweet balance is spot on.
As usual, I smoke and review with an empty stomach in the a.m. It may reach an untenable blinding strength, but so far, the cigar is so tantalizing that I barely notice the cigar moving to full status.
The halfway point is upon me in 50 minutes. Feels like time has stood still as I’m enraptured by the blend.
I am uncontrollably smacking my lips to snare every flavor it expounds upon.
I am so happy that I am able to bring this exciting cigar to your attention.
I’ve always thought that the Master Blends III was the best blend Oliva has ever had. The previous blends, that are gone, were incredible.
I’m sitting here with a stupid smile on my puss.
Around 2010, I was in house reviewer for several online stores. One is a very big online store. The owner is an ex-pat of Cuba and young. I used the same term: ‘stupid smile on my puss.’ I got an angry phone call from the owner who told me he can’t print pornographic words on his site. I gave him an American language primer 101 and how puss also means one’s face. He grumbled and didn’t like it, so I changed the phrase. I got a big laugh out of that one.
He wanted me to go through his entire catalog starting alphabetically. The mail arrived and there were at least 20 five packs of 5 Vegas cigars. I can’t begin to describe my disappointment. And of course, he did not allow any time for hibernation before I reviewed them. Imagine trying to come up with positive reviews. It was a nightmare.
The Master Blends III Maduro is cruising. There seems no end to enjoying the improvements puff by puff.
I must get more.
The complexity changes every half inch. I smoked a couple at the end of the day with food and drink in my belly and the cigar did not suffer. That is the description of a fine cigar.
Bill Withers. “Use Me.” I loved everything that man put on vinyl.
I’m going to give it a shot: Spicy black pepper, dark chocolate, espresso, malt, raisins, explicit creaminess, graham crackers, charred wood, a slight hint of citrus, vanilla toffee, and smoked brisket.
Most of these flavors are expectations with a Nic heavy blend. But the aging and passion for the blending makes this cigar a must have.
Strength is full tilt. My eyes are glazing over. I guess I will always be a wuss when it comes to nicotine.
The sophisticated smoker will ask themselves where has this cigar been all my life?
The cigar is a solid commitment of two hours. Its character makes this easy as pie.
Not once does this blend back up on itself. It is in a constant forward march of intensity and balance.
The finish is chock full of flavor. Lots of lip smacking.
The sweet spot arrives. It is nearly overwhelming.
This cigar is the best $6.50 stick ever. And if you snag a 20-count bundle, it is only $4.
The nicotine levels off and my sight returns.
I have run out of words to describe this blend.
Go to Atlantic Cigar and mention me and grab some before they are gone.
I am signing off so I can enjoy the end of the cigar experience without distraction.
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