Wrapper: Honduran Corojo
Binder: Honduran Corojo
Filler: Honduran Corojo
Size: 6 x 48 x 52 x 48 doo dah…doo dah
Strength: Full
Price: $16.75
My cigars received 3 months of naked humidor time.
BACKGROUND:
Released May 2023.
Quantity released: 500 boxes of 20.
11/18 refers to Christian Eiroa’s mom’s birthday.
Only available through members of the Tobacconists’ Association of America (TAA).
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
If you remember the real Camacho brand, raise your claw. In 2008, Davidoff bought the successful cigar company…and then turned it into an exercise in tawdry Joe Camel advertising. Along with cheapening of the brand name, Davidoff decided that quality was of no concern. They decided to facilitate Camacho as a way of garnering folks who didn’t want to spend $50 for a Davidoff cigar…and who didn’t care that much about what they smoked as long as the cigar band was purty. The Eiroa family has been playing catch up ever since.
OK. On with the really big shoe…
The cigar is plugged. Instead of writing ad nauseum about how this detracts from my cigar experience, I grab my PerfecDraw and remove the detritus that is blocking airflow and done. Took an entire 30 seconds.
Excellent start. Strong chocolate notes. From the circumcised blow hole, notes of espresso, heavy malt, raisins, black pepper, and deep cupboard spices.
Robust complexity out of the gate. Rich with fatty boy transcripts of a perfect balance between sweet and savory.
Strength is a potent medium.
Reviewers agree. I had to check. Eiroa smacked the ball into the stratosphere. Sure, it is early in the cigar…but you know when you know…you know?
The wonderful thing about this cigar seems to be that the flavor points are illuminated for all to see. No bizarre interpretations calling out banana bunches of obscure flavors. No. The blend sticks to the script: Chocolate cake, espresso, nuts, creaminess, black pepper, malt, light citrus, baking spices, dried fruit, and rye.
I slow down. A trigger point exercised by my failing brain. This is a cigar to be savored. Like any Casdagli. The mouth feel is brilliant.
I’ve realized that the references I keep making about rock n roll are fleeting and endangered. Hardly anyone alive that remembers my back in the day mentions. I’ve come to grips that I’m a dinosaur. The nature of things.
So I’m banging this chick who tells me in the middle of conflagration that she has herpes. But the thing isn’t in bloom so it’s OK to screw. My schlong did the fastest turtle head move since Moses found out that Zippy was a virgin.
In 2013, this guy started a great business model of taking cigar bands and draping them on Zippos. He’d make them for you with the bands he had on hand, or you could send yours. After a year, he closed shop. Time for someone to grab the ring.
A couple inches in and the complexity takes off. Creaminess and melted chocolate check the box of good vibrations.
Last year, I rambled on how 2024 cigar prices will cause a shift in the time, and wallet, continuum. Cigar companies announced they would be planting their 5% uptick in costs on to their customers. 5% my ass. I’m reviewing a $17 cigar. Like I did in my last review and the review before that…etc. $17 is a lot of dough for two hours of fun with dick and jane. We are becoming immune. No big deal. Are we comfy paying $85-$100 for a fiver. Imagine in just a couple of years where we will be. Cigar smoking will be delegated to the ash bins of history. Of course, there will always be the $10 CAO and Patel blends. But if you like cigars, smoking a mundane catalog brand is boring. Let them eat cake.
Great cigar. Expected for an expensive cigar. Or at least that’s how it should be.
‘White Room.’ Cream. Yeah, baby. There was a time when a club band would play tunes by the trio and the crowd would go nuts. Now…I don’t know that song. Play Taylor.
The halfway point. Medium/full strength. Super complex. Nuances and subtleties are flying out of my arse. Flavor points are canonized. The curtain was lifted early so as not to surprise later.
2 minutes later, the strength is full tilt.
Seasoned smokers will dig the shit out of this fine, fine blend. Newbies will throw themselves off the nearest cliff.
Camacho used to be all about the Honduran puro. In a good way. As of late, Honduras ain’t exactly a barn burner. I see those leaves in a possible purchase and I steer away. Christian Eiroa nailed it with the Dark.
I wrote the bass line of ‘Whole Lotta Love’ on the blackboard of my music appreciation class in college. And then I played it. Got an ‘A.’
I can barely type. Swoon city. Love it.
I remove the secondary cigar band like a retard in training. There goes the Wokemobile, red lights flashing, speeding by and giving me a ticket.
I let my very young grandsons take puffs from my cigar. They promised not to tell.
Construction is immaculate perception. The char line is Gotti ordering a hit. My mind is not only floating downstream, it’s on the magic bus to Margaritaville.
For the last time…chocolate icing, creamy lemon curd, cinnamon and nutmeg, mocha latte, black raisins, buttered rye toast, marzipan, peanut brittle and brown sugar crumble, salty pretzel, a combo of black pepper and jalapeno poppers.
Springsteen sang ‘Fortunate Son’ to an audience of young servicepeople. They didn’t get the meaning of the song and booed Bruce off the stage. Where the fuck are we heading?
If you like mind bending strength coupled with damn busting flavors…the Eiroa Dark is a brilliant choice.
Watch this space for a two-day extravaganza of Super Bowl katman specials.
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RATING: 97
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