Wrapper: Nicaraguan Maduro
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 5.25 x 50 Box Pressed
Strength: Full
Price: $24.00
My cigars received 3 years of naked humidor time.
This cigar was rated 91 by Cigar Aficionado.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
Blind Review Monday.
There is a plug. The dawn of a new day appears. Dr. Rod is draped in linen. Is he dead? No. He is just kinkified. He rises from his shower chair. The man towers over the young ferrets at his feet. Their jaws drop in wonder. The linen slips to the floor. The ferrets run. I snake the cigar with my PerfecDraw. One more image burned into my brain that can never be freed. I shall be released. Amen.
I only found a couple of written reviews and they go back 12-13 years. I was gifted this stick so there was no monkeying around and I’m doing this blind. Not a fan of blind. Let the professionals do that. Here goes nuttin’ honey…
You can never go wrong with a Padron blend. This brand may just produce the most consistently excellent smokes in the industry. Sure, they need lots of muskrat love to captain their way into classic flavor world, but it’s always worth the wait. Fortunately, they don’t take years to mature like Cubans.
The wrapper smells strongly of barnyard and peaches and apricots. Very nice.
Out of the gate, stupendous start. The brilliance of the blend wastes no time. As rich as Dr. Rod’s plaintiffs in his will. Immediately complex…flavors are all over the place. To begin: dark chocolate, strong coffee, dried fruit, marsupial lip gloss, black pepper, and pudding if you eat yer meat.
Maduros are always sweeter. Like my readers. Sweet, sweet young boys. Don’t call the cops on me. I’m an ordained priest. The church will protect me. Spirit in the sky.
The fruitiness is over the top. This doesn’t happen that often…in fact, very rarely. How do they do that? I tried growing fruit trees when we lived in Mesa. Didn’t work.
Sandy Kominsky plays Benjamin Franklin.
Creamy coffee is so potent that it wants to date my younger sister…like Butch did. I hated him for that. Into the mystic.
Spicy notes appear at an inch in. Tingly red pepper. My tongue is set afire with the lovely awareness of it’s alive, it’s alive! Strength is medium.
I saw a video of Paul McCartney in concert this year. His voice is completely gone. And of course, he is planning another world tour. The Coffin Tour.
The No. 85 is nothing close to being a flavor bomb. It is a journey into sophistication. Newbies…great cigar to bring you into the fold. Old timers…you know what I’m talkin’ about. Until I can find a better set of adjectives, ‘rich’, ‘dense’, ‘multi-faceted’, and ‘smarmy’ will have to do. I like my soul black…like my women. Shirley.
Every man should go to a prostitute at least once in his life. It makes you realize how fucked up life can be.
Conjectures do me no harm.
Every bloody thing I see with the Kelce brothers, Travis and Dufus talk about being drunk. And everyone thinks it’s cool. A year from now, Jason will weep while telling everyone he has sought out help and has regrets…blah, blah.
Smoooth. Flavors whelp like new babies in the manger. The burn is nearly sacrificial in its punctuality. Sharpness is my 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. Broaddus. I accidentally ran into her huge boobs with my head. True dat. Translation: Really cool, dudes. I’m a digging this cigar.
OJ is dead. Do you give a shit. The Goldmans need to give it a rest.
Strength hits medium/full with a warning flag that a serious man approaches. Only 1-1/2” has surrendered to the void. I hear the call of the sweet spot. I mean holy shit this is a good cigar. Don’t you just wish that your third cigar of the day was as good as your first?
Peaches, dark chocolate, freshly ground coffee, black and red peppers, the slightest touch of honey, creamy, marzipan, black cherries, sourdough toast, a hint of mint, and a miniscule touch of citrus. Subtle flavors all. By the time we got to Woodstock.
Halfway home. Strength is heady but without any nicotine.
My one on ones are going splendidly. So many wonderful men. No, I’m not gay. I’m having a great time. If you haven’t signed up to do my bidding at Wanna’ Smoke a Cigar with the Katman, add your comment now and I will reach out. Please be patient.
The sweet spot. Who doesn’t love a surprise? We know it’s coming…or do we. We wrap our palate around it and it clings like your wife’s bra to your favorite shirt.
The best part of the 60’s? Women didn’t wear bras. For them liberation. For us…an ocular good time. The secondary cigar band slips off easily.
The No. 85 is chooglin’. Not a cheap cigar. But everything on the market now is approaching this price range. Catalog brands see the trend and are jumping in with both feet. What they don’t know is that choices are easier as a result. Do you pay $25 for a Rocky or a Padron? Silly.
The cigar is going nuts on me. I call in Randle McMurphy. Nurse Ratched waits.
Thank you falettinme be mice elf…again.
Nic puros are becoming passé. I am so tired of seeing manufacturers flogging this blend. There is only so much you can do with this concoction. AJ is screaming in the streets trying to find another theme. Adding the Mexican wrapper doesn’t help. These backward-looking folks need to get on board the 2020’s. But then here is Padron. Doing it like no one else. Why is that? Ask a cigar professional.
No matter how many times I smoke a Padron, I’m always fooled by that sneaky cigar band underneath the main band. I can never get it off. At my age, this is the unfortunate mantra I live by. Boner meds help. But not while I’m smoking. We can work it out.
Have you been paying attention? Cigar manufacturers are using the Casdagli playbook. Look at the leaves they are using to impress. They’re coming for Jeremy. I’ve got a feeling.
Stupendous cigar. A must have for your monolithic Tupperdor. Just don’t let this be the second or third cigar of the day. Save your crispy palate for the lessers in your collection.
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RATING: 97
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Great smoke, great review. All is well in the cigar world.
Comment about the Goldman family was totally unnecessary.
It was 30 years ago. The bitterness that Fred Goldman still carries is understandable.
The judgment of $33.5 million owed to the Goldmans by OJ for killing their son was awarded to punish OJ.
OJ has been punished. Persisting to go after the money now is just pure greed. Ron Goldman was not married and had no children. No heirs.
Fred Goldman (83) continues to go on TV to spew his anger. He is obsessed. There is some level for the need of attention in all of this. The man will probably see his deathbed last words be all about OJ…not his loved ones.
It’s all very sad. Fred needs to give it a rest.