Wrapper: Nicaraguan Habano
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 6 x 60 Gigantes
Strength: Medium/Full (allegedly; read on)
PRELIMINARIES:
Purchased from a local smoke shop in a well-maintained humidor. Aging time is known only to the good Lord above. $7 bucks.
I admit I purchased this cigar in true newbie fashion, based purely on the label rather than other potentially redeeming merits. I was in a Rooseveltian mood, and this cigar bears the nickname of Teddy Roosevelt. Really, any of the four major Roosevelts would do. You know, Theodore, Franklin, Jose, Shlomo. Know your history, folks.
I am afraid today’s smoking experience may be a bit déclassé compared to what you’ve grown accustomed to, dear reader. Instead of my usual $10,000 Brooks Brothers smoking jacket, I am donning a beat-up old Donald Fagen “The Nightfly” sweatshirt. Great song, great album, great musician. One time a friend saw Don outside a café, sitting on the curb, nursing a latte and a Marlboro red. Fascinated by this enthralling tale? I knew you would be.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
Voluminous clouds of smoke billow out of this thing upon first light. No plugs to unplug. The burn line is modestly sharp the whole way down. Disregard any reviewer who might tell you this cheapie is poorly manufactured. They, and you, are liable to end up in a Turkish prison for slander Under the extremely large wrapper, you’ll find a generic, medium chocolate brown.
The first third is dependable if not characterful. This 6 x 60 big ol’ brute is marketed as kicking you right in the tushy, but to start the strength and body are medium at best. More like one of those not-your-father’s Connecticuts that were all the rage a few years back. I get a small amount of dry cocoa, black peppercorn, and a bit of a soft nut.
Not much changes until the middle third kicks in. Things get slightly more complex, with creamy vanilla notes joining the party along with our favorite funk band, Earth, Wind, and Leather. A bit of fresh soil too and just a bit of dark brown sugar.
I have reached the final third, again without many notable transitions. If you are looking for a cigar with as many stages as a Pablo Picasso painting, I’m afraid this cigar just isn’t for you. As such, I gently and lovingly place this average beast to rest in the ashtray rather than burning it down to the nub. If you ask me, no one needs to nub a 6 x 60 gordo. Since you are reading this review, I guess you technically did ask me.
This cigar gets you what you paid for, which ain’t much. If a pal gave me a box of these Moose (Is proper plural: Mooses or Moosi?) I would walk, not run to smoke them. I would not take them out to the forest to feed them to woodland creatures, either. Perfectly fine if you are not looking to tax your palette or your intellect too much.
RATING: 80
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