Wrapper: Nicaraguan Maduro
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 5 x 54 Box Pressed
Strength: Full
Price: $28.00
My cigars received 4 years of naked humidor time.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
Once Again with Feeling Tuesday. The Return of the Padron.
I reviewed the Padrón Family Reserve 1964 No. 85 Maduro yesterday. After hours spent on the toilet, I thought what better way to spend my time than review another $30 cigar that is made by the same company, has the same leaf stats, and is purported to be a different product…how is that possible when Padron doesn’t say what that difference is. Is it find Waldo? Are we reviewer hacks supposed to do all the legwork? I guess so. I have no idea why this cigar blend is any different from the one I reviewed yesterday except that it has a 50 next to its name instead of 85. I will make up flavors to prove the conspiracy is correct.
Carry on…
The cigar sings like a Little Oscar Wiener-whistle. I find an old photo of Dr. Rod. He and Andrew. 20 minutes into their engagement party. My PerfecDraw droops like 30 seconds into a prostate exam. I bought them a gift of frankincense and myrrh. Rod had pregnant paws and Andrew said baby please don’t go. I picked a bad day to swear off sniffing freshly laid tar.
The wrapper. Potent aroma of farmyard and Grateful Dead public shitters on Day 3. Plus, some wonderful notes of green grapes and dark chocolate.
After 4 years, the beautiful square box press is amazingly Archie Bell & the Drells tight.
The burn begins. Strength is intoxicating with a power I wasn’t expecting. The journey begins very differently than yesterday’s Padrón Family Reserve 1964 No. 85 Maduro. I felt I needed to type the entire name for my loyal readers who scroll. Watch out. Jump back. Ha.
Effective espresso. Bittersweet chocolate. Heady black pepper. Molasses. Burnt toast. Barely any sweetness. Savory wins out.
Without any available information from Padron, I don’t know what the fuck is going on.
This is a very different Maduro approach than the 85. Or…a few years of sleeping naked in my humidor, alongside very different blends, the influence is stark. That statement made no sense. I’m grasping. Trying to understand. Failing.
An inch in, it all changes. Creaminess attaches itself to the chocolate. Nice. The balance begins to shift. A nutty sweetness appears. Shifting. Chocolate yogurt. Tart black cherries. Cinnamon char.
This blend is not even close to being a mystery. Every smoker one of us reports the same flavor points…which makes it predictable. I prefer a little mystery in my women.
Back in 2001, my stepbrother’s wife went on a genealogy hunt for her lineage as she was adopted. Despite being born a shiksa, she considered herself a Super Jew. I sort of rolled my eyes at the whole thing. So, when she asked about my grandfather, I gave her some erroneous information that I figured she was smart enough to catch…but apparently not. Read below and see if you discern the wheat from the katman bull-chaff. If you find the popes in the pizza, leave a comment below…or just ignore it…either way.
The balance, at 2” burned, kilters back to Savory. The blend wobbles. Lucy in the Sky.
I await the sweet spot. But the luxury experience is not the same as the 85 Maduro. It was richer and had immediate complexity. These important attributes are just now sneaking up on the burning torch. Wrong approach. Big difference from the 85. Still, I like the 50 but it is no Jack Kennedy.
The problem is high expectations. Yet, evidential comparison is good. I don’t feel the nonsense today. A fleeting and mystical thing. Fixing a hole.
The black cherry makes its move at the halfway point. The true baseline of this cigar is dark chocolate. Which is just hunky dory. Richness without complexity is a hit and a miss. Bummer. There is little forward progression. The 85 is $24. The 50 should be $4 better. It is not. Also, there are burn issues. It isn’t fair to blame this on the rollers. Humidity over time can vastly affect burn. I don’t like it when reviewers call this out as a problem to be blamed on others. It’s a friggin’ bunch of leaves left in your care.
The second half is much better. Complexity kicks in. The richness soars…with a bit of a limp. Nuances aren’t clear though. Flavors are bold without much backstory. I’d like the cigar more if its price point was half.
Are you tired of hearing young’uns complain that ‘It isn’t fair.’ Life ain’t fair dipshits. Learn this or you’re doomed. Wonderwall.
The second half is all we’re asking for. If this cigar had started like this, I’d be dripping with nauseating fawning. A fatal flaw in progress. Price fucking matters. If you see anything to the contrary, close your browser.
So, this girl told me she didn’t like getting her face close to penises. She said she loved cunnilingus. Receiving, not giving. But she had the longest fingernails I’d experienced so I went ahead anyway. It did not overcome her major deficit. One and done.
Ever lay there and count the number of women. Me neither. My Sweet Lord.
Ran into my 56-year-old mailman. Nice guy. But he should keep his politics to himself. I kept my mouth shut as I want to continue to get my cigars…without the addition of cyanide. Are there no moderates left?
The cigar. Nice progression. Just not a stunning blend. Oy. Como. Va.
We live in a world of overcompensation. It’s a phase. You recognize it or don’t. Let it Be.
The last 2” is fucking great. Too late to the party.
Me and Frieda. 1965. Eiffel Tower. Wild Polish chick. The parents hated me.
Buy the Padrón Family Reserve 1964 No. 85 Maduro. Take a pass on the Padrón Family Reserve No. 50 Maduro.
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RATING: 92
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I believe the English translation of the two siblings’ yiddish first names appears later in the post.
That’s right…Mystical and Fleeting.