Wrapper: Undisclosed Maduro
Binder: Undisclosed
Filler: Undisclosed
Size: 6 x 60
Strength: Medium/Full
Price: $20.00
My cigars have had 2 months of naked humidor time. The tobacco has been aged for 5 years so today’s cigar must be raring to go.
BACKGROUND:
Released August 2023.
Tobacco is sourced from Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Dominican Republic, and Ecuador.
From Luxury Cigar Club:
“El Septimo is releasing an addition to the Emperor Collection with a new blend that pays homage to the rich culture and heritage of African Americans. “Before we started to design this cigar, we wanted to find a powerful person in African history to be part of our Emperor Collection. The search ended soon when we learned the history of Queen Sheba.” said Younan of El Septimo.
“These cigars are made in Costa Rica where all other El Septimo cigars are hand-rolled.”
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
Lovely truncheon with aromas of sweet dark chocolate. caramel, peanut butter, vanilla, citrus, barnyard, and malt.
Slightly tough draw. I find a scribbling from my PerfecDraw. It is a suicide note. It says ‘It’s now or never. Come, hold me tight. Kiss me, my darling. Be mine tonight.’ PerfecDraw has left the building.
Swirling dervishes of flavorful notes that represent the accused: Dark chocolate, creaminess, espresso, nuts, malt, and black pepper. Methinks the mysterious undisclosed tobacco has a serious amount of Nicaraguan origins. I could be wrong.
Massive smoke output. See ‘Behind the Green Door’ video.
An immediate richness approaches the bench. This is what I expect from a $20 stick. An unhinged line of defense. Explains the Packers to a tee.
Strength is a potent medium.
I find a nice balance of sweet v. savory. Aged tobacco is obvious. I like that. You will too. Wait, I’m not done yet. Sorry. There goes the stilted writing machine again. WTF.
The chocolate increases. It drags the creaminess across the concrete leaving a snail trail. Sammy the Cat never drags his ass across the carpet. I do.
Amazing that every now and again, movie soundtracks will use the Jefferson Airplane song, “White Rabbit” effectively. Clearly, LSD is embedded in our pop culture.
I won’t belabor the point that I find it necessary to convene a tribunal that price is paramount to reviewing a cigar. One looks at a not-expensive cigar and a somewhat expensive cigar differently. We don’t expect much from the former. We expect more from the latter. Just common sense. No mystery. Although, how OJ got off is.
I love the maltiness. It doesn’t happen often. Sure, there are always hints of it in your smokes…but to get an upfront delivery is beyond Pizza the Hut.
When I first met Charlotte, she introduced me to her best friend who made a part time living as a call girl. This woman was 6 feet tall, blonde, huge boobs, and just gorgeous. She took me into her bedroom and showed me her hobby: photography. On the walls of her boudoir were dozens of nude photos of herself. All I could do was gulp in admiration. I liked her a lot.
The complexity has the density of 1018 kg/m3. That’s the same density as a burger from George Webb.
Nuttiness appears in the form of sweet cashew. Black licorice forms a conga line. No idea what that means. The cashew prefers to identify as Brazil nut. Go figure. Nuts are crazy.
Smooth. Nuances and delicacies are flying through air with the kinetic energy of subatomic particles and vanilla flavored neutrinos.
Flavors shift a bit into milk chocolate, creaminess, caramel, malt, raisins, blackberries, black pepper, cotton candy, cedar, and heavy malt.
Another shift at the halfway point: green grapes, raisins, cinnamon toast, vanilla ice cream, black pepper, malt, Italian breadsticks, creamy oatmeal, a touch of cumin, and cedar.
This cigar is wilding in the streets.
I love the richness emitted from the aged tobaccy.
There is a Casdagli-like presence. I like Christmas because of all the presence.
Price fucking matters. Especially, in these times where a lot of cigar smokers are either not able to purchase their love sticks or need to dial way down. Ask them if price matters.
Removing the cigar’s paper billboard feels sacrilegious. I never mention the looks of a cigar band because who cares…but this one is very nice.
Strength is tampered in its quest to hit medium/full. Maybe it’s tempered. Either way, strength is potent but not invasive. My sight remains intact.
Just a lovely cigar. El Septimo should be pleased.
Construction is spot on. The burn is elemental.
A slow roll that allows my palate to savor all its got. I can cherry pick flavors.
The Youngbloods’ “Get Together” was a 1967 anthem to Hippie power. Oddly, the song was originally released in 1963 by Chet Powers and then re-purposed for the San Francisco movement of idiocy. True, but stupid.
It is 26 degrees outside. My nutsack is revolting. If I had a dime every time a woman said that exact same thing to me while staring downwards…
Chocolate malted. Cashews run amok. Fuck a duck. Where did that phrase come from. And how do you exactly fuck a duck. A sheep, yeah…but you’ll never get a bird to wear Wellingtons. Or use birth control. The duck has your eyes.
Strength makes the leap. The cigar is growing back. I still have 3” to go. I can see for miles and miles. Who said that.
Sips of water. Pow. I crave bourbon. It is only 4am. I’ll wait till 7. Kidding. I never drink before 9.
Super smooth. This is a great blend for newbies and sophisticates. Newbies can experience an out-front laundry list of flavor notes that are easily discernible. Seasoned smokers can discover what they like when they taste it.
You can’t count on Cigar Aficionado to be reliable. Sometimes, I think the bosses just give the review cigars to interns. The interns write down their impressions. And the bosses come up with an evenly balanced rating commensurate with the cigar company’s advertising intensity.
I was playing bass with a local blues band. During our break, I headed to the bathroom to pee. Always used a piece of toilet paper to dab my schlong before putting it back in its hiding place. I’m old and I dribble like every other old man. I get back on stage and during a break between songs, a strange woman approached me and told me I have a piece of toilet paper sticking out of my fly. I look down and sure enough, there is a wienie hanky staring back at me. I turned my back, unzipped, ripped it out, and up came my zipper…and snared some sensitive skin in the process. The scream was heard in the parking lot.
Currently, there is a Hulu documentary in which producer Rick Rubin interviews McCartney. Very enjoyable. But Sir Paul is finally looking every bit his 81 years on the planet.
I must skip ahead to avoid napping on your part.
Charlotte snores when we have sex. She refuses to wear a CPAP mask.
I have nothing but good things to report about this blend. Aging is heir apparent. A non-linear encounter. Charming flavor profile. Nuances and subtleties galore. Kept my attention throughout. The price point is numerically correct. At 2-1/2 hours, a funfest.
Sponsor Luxury Cigar Club (15% off with promo code ‘katman’) has these cigars.
RATING: 93
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