Wrapper: Honduran
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Honduran. Nicaraguan
Size: 6.25 x 52 Torpedo
Strength: Medium/Full
Price: $14.37
My cigars have had 2 months of naked humidor time.
BACKGROUND:
From Plasencia Cigars:
“Plasencia Cosecha 146 is an exclusive blend of tobacco from our 2011-2012 harvest. This harvest or Cosecha marked the 146th harvest of the family’s inaugural tobacco crop of 1865. The leaves are grown in the best regions of Honduras and Nicaragua to produce a unique flavor profile – the result of blending the crops of two great tobacco countries. Plasencia Cosecha 146 is a medium-bodied, full-flavored cigar with a complex and sweet taste thanks to its wrapper, harvested in the pure Honduran lands of the Jamastran valley.”
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
My Macaw sized schnoz picks up aromas of floral notes, strong cinnamon, cherry snow cone, chocolate, espresso, lemon grass, vanilla creaminess, peppermint, cedar, and coconut.
The cigar feels like a bar bell. And it’s a big honker. If the cigar ain’t good, which it should be as Cigar Aficionado liked it, I’m going to David Carradine myself.
Snip the cap and the draw is poifect. Awash in cinnamon and baking spices. I try to hold the cigar in my mouth while I type but it’s too heavy and falls out of my mouth and keeps hitting me square in the nuts. I write my reviews in the morning, early, so my garb is a tee shirt and boxers…I can send you photos. No idea how I’m going to hold my elongated nutsack and take a photo, but I’ll figure it out.
Promise me you won’t get old. Took me months to teach Sammy the Cat that my balls are not a play toy. I have cat claw scars.
A nice start. Very creamy and unique. A richness jumps into the fray that has a flavor I can’t remember tasting.
The cigar keeps on keeping on with notes of caramel, the whole baking spice cabinet, cinnamon, black pepper, a very tart lemonade, charred steak, malt, and salty pretzel.
Hope I’m not being lured into a trap where the cigar begins great and poops out by the second half. Damn its eyes. (Imagine a photo of Marty Feldman).
Strength is an easy-going medium.
Dusty Springfield. “Son of a Preacher Man.” Amazon Music is getting me into the mood. Man, that woman gave every young man in the 1960’s a boner this big. Such a sexy voice.
The balance between the Honduran and Nicaraguan tobacco was an interesting choice. Not the usual Nic puro. And certainly not the usual Honduran puro which I’m certainly not a fan of. I ended that sentence with a preposition. I’m such a hack.
1” burned. 15 minutes. A quicky. The lovely onset of flavors is dissipating. Digs a trench and jumps in. Still standing are mild notes of creaminess, lemon, malt, slight annotations of caramel, black pepper, and cinnamon.
The cigar chugs along with very little change. Complexity is mild. Transitions, the same. The finish is mostly strong black pepper, cinnamon, and a bit of creaminess.
For more than $14 a stick, it should be better. I gave the Plasencia Alma del Campo a 95. I gave the Plasencia Alma del Fuego an 89. I gave the Plasencia Alma Fuerte an 81. All roughly in the same price neighborhood.
I gave the Plasencia Small Batch Corojo Robusto Box-Pressed a 93 ($9.80). I gave the Plasencia Reserva Original a 91 ($7.90).
Obviously, I’m not a big fan of the Plasencia Group.
We all find our water seeks its own level brands and blends that our palate enjoys. For me, Plasencia doesn’t ring my bells.
I checked online and most reviewers liked this cigar.
I find it an OK cigar. But my vaginal region just ain’t quivering.
Milk chocolate rises to the occasion to grab my attention.
Could be that the cigar needs much more humidor time than I allowed.
2” burned. 35 minutes.
Fingers crossed that the cigar is on the verge of impressing me.
Strength is upped. It must paint houses to get the loyalty and respect of the others.
Maybe this cigar was not born to be a flavor bomb. Just a nice mellow cigar instead. I can get behind that. But I’d rather not pay $14 when there are so many options out there with a friendlier price point.
The complexity is upped. The finish is much better. Transitions are working on a chain gang.
The human palate is so confusing.
Medium/full strength. The cat becomes fuzzy as my vision is instantly impaired.
Paul Simon. “Loves Me Like A Rock.” Poor Simon. Back in the day, the critics eviscerated the guy for using black musicians. They actually said that Simon had a plantation band. Fucking critics. Totally worthless.
The second half is remarkably better. This tells me more humidor time is needed for the blend to shine.
I encounter a wallop of a sweet spot. Spicy, creamy, chocolate, cinnamon, baking spices, caramel, salty pretzel, lemonade, cedar, and malt. Big notes now.
Whew.
Now, the cigar is a mensch.
If the cigar had begun this way, I’d have been happier. And you know that old people have serious issues with being happy.
A lovely richness permeates the blend, and the finish finds a home. Transitions kick in.
Some real depth…finally.
I taste cinnamon doughnuts. I haven’t eaten a doughnut in 43 years. I voluntarily gave up sugar in 1980. I believe my health is good and one reason is disposing of that toxin. Now if someone makes me taste something sweet, I make the face of someone biting into a lemon. Tastes like shit.
The Plasencia is a swinging dick now.
I’m so happy…wait, I can’t change the rules now.
Sips of water intensify the flavor profile allowing it to expand like a mushroom cloud.
I can live with being a schmuck for smoking this blend too soon. I could trash the review and come back in a few months…but once I’ve attached a catheter, so I don’t have to keep getting up to pee…well, no thanks.
Good cigar.
“I Always Love You.” Whitney Houston. What a shame. Hanging with the wrong people. Being insecure. And a junkie. When I was in the music big time as a younger man, I was always dealing with at least one person who was an addict. It made life so much more difficult to get things done. I concluded that there is an addictive personality. As I look back, male or female…everyone had the same neuroses. Man do I have stories. I should write an after-review story about the junkie artists I had to work with.
The strength remains at medium/full. Construction is excellent. The char line is dead nuts.
The halfway point took an hour.
The flavors are consecrated. Nothing added. Nothing has faded away.
Good cigar for newbies and seasoned smokers alike.
The Righteous Brothers. In the early 80’s, a radio DJ friend did an interview with both men, and I tagged along taking photos. The boys had a great night club in Orange County. Occasionally, they would do a weekend there. The Police were the biggest band in the world at that time. My buddy told them about my affiliation with drummer Stewart Copeland. I gave them my card. A couple weeks later, I got a call from their manager who said they are missing a bassist for some upcoming gigs. The man just offered me the dates. It was one of the biggest thrills of my life to play two weekends with them. Bill Medley was a jerk. Bobby Hatfield was the nicest guy.
Amazing how this cigar went from bland to exciting in just 3”.
Rich, smooth as Dr Rod’s tush, fat flavors, and a real personality.
The chocolate and espresso are gone. But other flavors overcompensate. Don’t miss the expelled flavor notes. The creamy lemon pie floats along with notes of mild black pepper, cinnamon candy, caramel, malt, and rich cedar.
The balance leans towards a sweet persona.
The strength edges towards full.
A good morning cigar…but a better evening cigar. The right bourbon will accentuate the flavor profile giving the tobacco a nice, aged feel.
Final smoke time is nearly 2 hours.
Should you purchase these cigars, be oh so patient. Let them sleep. Forget about them for several months.
You can snag the Plasencia Cosecha 146 from sponsors Small Batch Cigar (10% off with promo code ‘katman’), Luxury Cigar Club (15% off with promo code ‘katman), Atlantic Cigar…no promo code, and Cigar Page…no promo code.
RATING: 92
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