Wrapper: Honduran Corojo
Binder: Honduran Corojo
Filler: Honduran Habano
Size: 5 x 50 Robusto
Strength: Medium
Price: $9.99
My cigars have had 4 months of naked humidor time.
BACKGROUND:
Regular production.
Released May 2023
“The Punch Golden Era is a Honduran puro, with all of the tobaccos grown by JRE Tobacco Co., including the Cuban-seed Corojo. According to the Eiroa family, who grows the tobacco in the Jamastran Valley of Honduras, their Corojo varietals are from non-hybrid seeds that originated directly from the El Corojo farm in Cuba and have not been cross-strained. Aside from some leaves in the filler, the Honduran Corojo makes up the rest of the blend.
“This cigar differs from the Punch Rare Corojo line, as Rare Corojo is made with an Ecuadoran Sumatra wrapper.”
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
Smells like a bakery with aromas of dark chocolate, caramel, freshly baked bread, cinnamon, and vanilla icing.
The cigar is light as a feather. This shouldn’t take long.
Despite being underfilled, the suck is a tad plugged. My PerfecDraw hears my fingers typing this and there are the sounds of tiny feet as it comes to the rescue. The plug is dispatched with a single swoosh. The plug was dead center in the locale of the cigar band.
Tart and sour beginning. Can I stop here? Let me check the reviewer’s union rules. No.
General Cigar sends out blog packages to every reviewer. Most of the time, the cigars are drek. Once in a blue moon, there are some gems. Today’s cigar ain’t one of them.
Tart and sour retreats. In its place…creaminess, mild spiciness, and dirt.
Strength is on the lite side of medium.
The handsome char line belies the shoddy construction.
Sweet notes appear 1” in. 7 minutes. Ah, a 35-minute Robusto. Good on ya, Punch.
Five years ago, this would have been a $5 stick. Now it is a $10 wonder. The gall.
Lagreid reviewed this cigar. Good job. I think I spelled his name wrong last mention. The guys should re-think piling everything in the 85-90 range. But then I’m sure those boys think I need to stop being so flatulent with my high scores. It demeans the profession. Still, I enjoy that team.
Creaminess enjoins some buttermilk with its sour attributes. Butterscotch is a welcome addition. Zero complexity on the horizon. $10. Really?
One of the great joys B.C. (Before Cellphones) was to get into the car with friends and visit other friends unannounced on the weekend. Spend an hour or two and then move on to the next party house. Smoking a J at each location guaranteed that one was entirely baked by the last few locales. Good times.
Winslow Arizona. Been there once. A prison town. Charlotte’s stepbrother worked there as a guard. Tainted him for life.
This cigar is burning like a brushfire.
It’s not a bad cigar. Just no lifeforce. No regaling the folks that grew the guts. Definitely no aging at hand. Just another log in a long line of dispirited catalog blends with no character. Sailing into the sunset seeking a Viking funeral.
I’ve chosen to spotlight value cigars under that heading. Every mother one of them is better than this soulless blend. And cheaper.
No one wants to piss off General Cigar. They can order you whacked. But c’mon. Stop sending us nonsensical material…and give us the good stuff.
How sweet it is to be loved by you. Capitalization really necessary?
Linear. Dumbo. Clarabelle. Howdy Doody. Captain Kangaroo. The cigar will need to step up to reach Rocky & Bullwinkle.
In high school, a girl in drama class knew Looney Tunes’ voice artist Mel Blanc. He spoke to us once. It was a thrill I still remember 56 years later.
Stasis. Same ol’, same ol’ flavors. Creaminess, slight spiciness, generic sweetness, and verklempt savory notes. The cigar is literally going nowhere fast.
Four months of naked humidor time reveals all. Extended rest will not improve the blend. It is what it is. And is your dog getting enough cheese?
Halfway point. 30 minutes. I am now impressed. Thought this would be an NBA half.
A remedial cigar will just suck the life out of you. I’m a flatworm looking for sustenance. If there was any humor in me, the Punch Golden Era poleaxed it.
Honestly. This is a corrective shoe on backwards.
The final 2”. A testament to mediocrity. If any of you are thinking of buying this cigar, I will come to your house and beat you mercilessly with a 1963 Playboy I kyped from a Thrifty Drug Store.
Buffy Sainte-Marie. Stevie Nicks. Joan Baez. Stop the oscillating vibrato. My ears.
Good news. It is almost over. I knew this was a mistake. But there you have it. At least my review was short. A sigh of relief from the rabid crowd.
The cigar ain’t bad. Just a stain in the time continuum. Why do I do this. Dunno.
Johnny employs a body double. He is returning to life as he exits the black lagoon.
I can’t drag this on any longer. When I count to three, you will awaken and remember nothing.
The cigar can be purchased from the usual suspects of online cigar retailers.
RATING: 80
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