Wrapper: Nicaraguan Habano
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Dominican, Nicaraguan
Size: 5 x 54 Robusto
Strength: Medium
Price: $12.63
The cigars have laid nude in my humidor for 3 months.
BACKGROUND:
From Luxury Cigar Club:
“Artesano Del Tobacco is renowned for their brand Viva La Vida. Luxury Cigar Club and Artesano Del Tobacco have had a wonderful relationship since the launch of Luxury Cigar Club, being the first club to ever offer the amazing Nicaraguan puro in a subscription box, and the first company ever to receive an exclusive blend of Viva La Vida. Through that long relationship Choshi was born.
“Choshi will be the second blend by Billy and Gus at Artesano Del Tobacco ever released for sale, and we are extremely humbled and proud to be able to offer the exclusively.
“Choshi was a project that started nearly a full year before its release, but through some difficulties in supply chain, wood supply, and of course COVID, it was delayed several times, but we are happy to announce that it is ready for you and will be shipping in Late November.
“Choshi means firstborn, and it is named this because it was supposed to be the first cigar released from Luxury Cigar Club. Ooops. Even though it is late it will not disappoint!
“Choshi was blended to represent both Ben’s and Chris’s palate and will provide three extremely defined and unique transitions. The first third is full body with complex Nicaraguan flavors, the second third is mild and smooth. The final third is a perfect marriage between the two. We are so extremely happy to be able to offer this treat to you!”
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
I’m starting off telling you that this is one fine cigar. I know it is the pride of Luxury Cigar Club. And they rightfully feel that way.
The price is ridiculously fair for this level of quality.
I should just rate this cigar and go home…but I’m not going to…my job is to annoy and irritate all those that venture to my site. Yes, it is my pleasure…thank you.
Odiferous aromas settle inside my nose splitting hairs and smelling lovely floral aromas, dark chocolate, peppermint, black coffee, cinnamon, cumin, black pepper, and oatmeal cookies that are redolent with brown sugar. Nice variation on a theme for a Nic Habano wrapper.
The cigar is as solid as compressed ferrets. Construction is immaculate. Conceptually.
The draw is spot on. Once again, my review cigar does not need the help of my trusty PerfecDraw draw adjustment tool. (It’s not speaking to me…either that, or it is comatose).
Time for the sacrificial lamb to burn…
I’m blinded by the light. Clearly, the DEA has breached my door and thrown in a flash bang grenade along with a smoke bomb. Happens all the time.
Speaking of a bang…the Choshi bears down like the urologist instructs.
My palate is flooded and exorcised by flavors of pepper varieties. Growing up in SoCal, eating spicy Mexican food was demanded and expected so I carry that love today. Unfortunately, I’m married to a kraut who doesn’t like spicy food. Heavy sigh. To her, spicy means adding carraway seeds to the wine kraut.
A rich earthy tobacco flavor takes over as the fledgling flavors try to break on through to the other side of the spicy bits. The video editor of my 2001 skydiving accident used Bob Marley tunes for a background. Loved Marly before that.
Pumpkin pie, dark bittersweet chocolate, Creamsicle, Peppermint Patty, mole sauce, poblano peppers, almonds drenched in honey glaze, malt, and cinnamon. Mikey doesn’t need to be told that he likes it…it is assumed.
“Respect” Aretha. Yeah. Bopping is the only exercise I get.
Strength is medium.
Complexity is messing with me. Tag, you’re it. Runaway. Tag, you’re it. Hard punch to the puss. Game over.
The char line is the Indy 500 in slow motion. Perfect but on layaway.
Al Green. My high school friend, drummer Stephen Hodges, always had the goal of playing in Green’s band. He came close. He plays drums in the Mavis Staples Band.
1” burned. 15 minutes. Slow as she goes…snag that ROV. Save those people.
Godamm delicious. Man, I’m covered in flop sweat.
First sip of water and torrents of expensive charred steak bitch slaps my palate like it’s talking to a fool. OK, so? I’m a cigar reviewer…this is expected.
The richness swarms my brain with every single flavor I’ve pointed out to you…you were listening, right? If you weren’t, I understand.
Candy bars, decadent desserts, a flotsam and jetsam of exotic spicy peppers, a meatiness that makes me drool on my colostomy bag, the minty bit is terrific, nuttiness that circles my head dropping cashews, almonds, peanuts, and ferret testicles.
This is fun. Y’all come on over and we’ll don Roman tunics and smoke like its Caesar’s last day.
“Superstition.” Stevie Wonder. Unbelievable that the song is over 50 years old and still kicks ass. Loved playing it in clubs. Women screamed and danced. Men stared.
No shit, I can’t believe this cigar is less than $13. If you use the ‘katman’ promo code, it is only $10.74. 15% off. That is criminal. I’m reporting Ben Rotem to Immigration. You won’t get a finer cigar for this price anywhere. Anywhere.
Just don’t be a putz and smoke them all in the first month. Patience, my dears. Ok, try one and be pleased to seize the blender’s intent.
The long and heavy ash is just waiting to drop on my lap and burn through my boxers and scream with laughter.
I throw the ash across the room and Sammy the Cat runs to fetch it. Good Sammy. Of course, once he tastes it, he ambles over to my desk and spits on my foot. He’d rather spit in my face, but he can’t find his stilts this morning.
More water, more water…Oh Jesus…nothing linear in this abstract proposal.
Transitions are line dancing. Always wanted to learn how to do it but my dance moves are akin to a blind man playing the vibraphone.
I remove the cigar band and a Krugerrand falls out.
“You Can Call Me Al.” Paul Simon. I’ve tried to learn that bassline but I’m old and only half my pancreas works. Yeah, that’s a deficit.
This is the appropriate time for George Carlin’s 7 dirty words you can’t say on TV. Unless you have Netflix. I don’t have to repeat them…you’ve memorized them.
Halfway point. 40 minutes. I use a cigar stretcher I bought on eBay.
Tomorrow, I plan on reviewing the Luxury Cigar Club Viva La Vida Lancero. Another masterpiece.
Yes, the blend is smooth. Stop asking. No, I don’t hear voices in my head. I take my meds.
“I Want You Back,” Jackson 5. 1969. My dear friend, Skip, who has been my best friend since 4th grade did the funniest lip sync of Michael Jackson. He loved to over emphasize the “Ooh, ooh, baby” part. Skip has been gone a couple years now. Miss that man. We learned rock n roll together in the early 60’s. We were both in the band, Zelmo Mutz & The Enrique Twins.
1973. L-R: Me, Travis Hirth, Tim Krenzien, and Skip.
The Choshi is giving me erectile dysfunction. Just kidding. I haven’t gotten a boner since 1988. Thank God for strap ons.
The slow roll of depth, ultra-smoothness, complex tobacco soil, and flavors that dust my pate with a mini vac make this cigar just priceless. Still, you do have to pay for it. I said that for legal reasons.
I was always 6 foot tall. Now that I’m old, I’m a Hobbit. Charlotte drives me around in the kid seat in the shopping cart when we go to the store. I counter the stares by always having an unlit cigar in my mouth. Everyone thinks I’m Billy Barty.
This Robusto leaves one wanting more. Dastardly Ben Rotem. I’ll see you in hell. No need. He lives in Phoenix. We lived there in the 90’s. It is hell. Every year, you get a free car battery because the heat destroys them. Don’t even start me on the rubber gaskets and hoses.
Strength hits medium/full with 1-1/2” to go. See, even the cigar is screaming don’t stop.
Out comes my legal roach clip, my PerfecDraw, to nub this Vienna Sausage.
I spoke to Dr. Rod the other day. He is still old. Nothing has changed. He bought Michael Jackson’s oxygen chamber…but unfortunately, the chimp was part of the deal, and the animal is driving Rod nuts.
The Choshi is dying on me. The flavors are just as intense as a barium enema without sedation. The richness goes down to my toes. What a delirious intense journey. I think I will smoke another one after breakfast.
Final smoke time is 95 minutes.
Again, the only place you can snag this magnum opus is from Luxury Cigar Club. Don’t forget to add the promo code ‘katman’ for 15% off.
RATING: 98
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