Wrapper: Mexican San Andrés
Binder: Dominican
Filler: Dominican Medio Tiempo
Size: 5 x 52 Robusto
Strength: Full
Price: $14.20
BACKGROUND:
Released August 2022
Regular production
Factory: Tabacalera William Ventura
Aging: Raw tobacco between 4-5 years, rolled cigars 4-5 months
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
The aging is impressive. I hope it translates.
The aroma from the incandescent wrapper is dark chocolate covered oranges. I don’t believe I’ve gotten such an obvious citrus perfume before this. Creaminess follows with black pepper and a gorgeous floral aroma finishing it up.
The draw is on the fence. I shall forgo my PerfecDraw draw adjustment tool for now and put the onus back on the cigar to open up properly after a couple minutes of using my cheeks like bellows.
I just noticed that it has a partially closed foot. I find them a pain. I usually cut it off before I light up.
Nicely aged tobacco starts working in the coal mine, going down, down, down. Lord, I’m so tired. Lee Dorsey.
Ahh…Aretha. “Respect.” Damn. Dancing in the streets while I’m bouncing in my office chair. Just what I needed this early in the a.m.
Creaminess, caramel, dark chocolate, Wheaties, malt up to here, micro dose of black pepper, citrus, and that fucking great tobacco…”Dang me, dang me. They oughta’ take a rope and hang me”
The blend is light and refreshing. Freshly squeezed O,J.,,while eating a dark chocolate Almond Mounds.
I have an old friend whose diet was Snickers and beer. The judge gave him two choices…Jail or join the Army. He chose the latter. Never heard from him again.
The creaminess ventures in and finds vanilla yogurt and homemade whipped cream.
The char line is dead nuts perfect. It refuses to budge.
For being a rocker in the 60’s, I still loved the songs from Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons. Catchy compositions.
Takes 15 minutes to burn one inch.
The blend is building slowly.
Paul Simon. “You Can Call Me Al.” Did you know that the iconic bass solo in the song was recorded and then played backwards for the finished mix? Maybe only bassists pay attention to this shit. Dunno.
The ash grows like an 18-year-old boy’s boner anytime he sees a pretty girl.
The blend continues at medium strength. The P.R. on this cigar says it is full strength. Am I smoking the right cigar?
Just as I finish writing the above criticism, the strength is all medium/full…and going places. It was like turning on a light switch. Holy Moses.
I believe that a woman’s fetus is the time to teach it about gay rights. Why wait till 3rd grade? Why is it always extremists on both sides that get all the attention? I have 3-year-old and 6-year-old grandsons. The 3-year-old is oblivious. And I can’t imagine even teaching the 6-year-old about sex period. I didn’t get the parental talk until I was 20. I had no idea that a penis was good for two different things.
The cigar blend kicks ass and takes anonymous names now. The complexity flourishes. The transitions splay across the tarmac. The finish is firebombing my palate.
What a tricky Dick trick. The cigar went from Clark Kent to Superman faster than I could type. This all occurred with 1-1/2” burned. 35 minutes.
I look down and can’t see my schlong. Either my vision is blurred or my gut is extra fatty boy size.
Creaminess, dark chocolate, orange, lemon rind, and lime…Wheaties turns into Frosted Flakes. Malt is dancing the Macarena. Vanilla bean, and egg cream soda. My dad always kept a crate of soda water bottles in the garage. The spritzer types. He could make a delicious cream soda. Carbonated water, milk, and chocolate syrup. It was an East Coast delight. But no eggs or cream.
The sweet spot parks gently on the landing pad. Sweet v. Savory is accomplished with all the sweet treats I can taste and the level of beautifully chosen aged tobacco. Nice.
Full strength hits like dropping a watermelon from the 4th floor. (It made sense in my brain…I think I need an MRI). Oh wait, they did. They looked at my brain and found nothing. Badda Boom!
Etta James. “At Last.” A 1960 song that is a classic for all time.
Wow this cigar is kicking my arse, all the while causing my palate to scream, “More, more, more!” I was just kidding that my palate can talk. It can only mumble.
The richness is mind bending. The complexity is Howdy Doody buggering Clarabelle the Clown. Or Mighty Mouse having an affair with Minnie Mouse. And then finding out that Mickey Mouse is gay…and doesn’t care. Mickey has been very close friends with Sylvester the Cat for decades. The finish is a bottomless hole of additives.
Construction is excellent. You can manscape with the sharp char line.
The halfway point arrives at 45 minutes. A nice slow roll.
It’s that time again. Let the hallucinogen of powerful tobacco tune into the senses and be in the moment for every second that passes. Kick back, let the fresh air blow my hair back, and merge into Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. ‘Shrooms are not to be eaten or smoked before I review.
Sips of water and the blend flashes like Pop Rocks. Or shoving a small firecracker up my nose. I finally saw a plastic surgeon in 1979. I was 62.
All the marvelous flavors I detected along this journey are in the proper place and giving it all they got.
The price point is fair for this excursion. Less expensive with my sponsors, Atlantic Cigar and Small Batch Cigar.
I was producing a band in the early 80’s and we wanted steel drums. I made the call to the L.A. Musician’s Union. $1800 for two guys. In 1982. Big ouch but they were great.
The fattitude of this cigar is beyond redemption. So completely satisfying…like a BJ from Marilyn Monroe…while the Kennedys watch.
Smokey. “The Tracks of My Tears.” Saw him live on TV recently and the man still has the pipes at 83.
This is a fucking great cigar. The early portion fooled me. I feared a dog turd was in the making. The myth that patience comes with age is a joke.
This is the best Adventura blend I’ve smoked.
Totally nubbable.
With only 1-1/2” to go, every flavor is fighting for attention.
The creamy, chocolaty, citrus, malty, Frosted Flakes, caramel, vanilla bean, and mild spiciness is trance inducing.
I bought a fiver. I smoked one a month in and it was too soon. Still, more sticks lay in fear of me burning them at the stake.
The cigar finishes at 90 minutes.
My sponsors have them: Small Batch Cigar (10% off with promo code ‘katman’) and Atlantic Cigar…no promo code.
RATING: 95
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