Wrapper: Ecuadorian Sumatra Seed
Binder: Nicaraguan (Double Binder)
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 6.375 x 54
Strength: Medium/Full
Price: $16.50
Quantity Released in 2023: 2500 boxes of 20

I reviewed this cigar a year ago. An excellent representation of Tatuaje. The good part is that retailers, if you can find one, have done the heavy lifting and a purchase now guarantees you scored sticks with nearly two years of box aging. Tats do well with sleep.

THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
Lots of Nicaraguan leaf. I proboscises lots of chocolate from the wrapper. A lot of heft when I lift this branch. A whole lotta’…

Powerful start. Fatty notes of soy sauce, black pepper, teriyaki bacon, dark chocolate, red pepper, black coffee, and wood soaked in cranberry juice. OK. Does it matter what flavors I taste? Does it? Does it really? Do you need some self-important shmo like myself describing a floral display of horseshit? Do you? Do you really? No, you don’t. Free will.

Strength begins the beguine at medium/full.

This is definitely a brilliant display of Nicaraguan Almost Puro. Creamy chocolate, sweet roasted cashews, mint, and damp mons pubis.

Rich. Complexity don’t wait in line. It says it has a pass. Do it? Maybe I’m amazed.

Or as a reader said in a recent email, ‘You’re a perfect way to waste time and have a chuckle.’ Gee thanks. He then went on to ask if we could get together for a cigar. Ha. Words are important.

Lemon frontal attack. Strength calms the fuck down. How odd. But good. The blades on my beanie aren’t up to Boeing specs.

I took a chick on a first date to Hollywood to see the premiere of Sam Peckinpah’s 1969 ‘The Wild Bunch.’ A film that was groundbreaking for its level of violence and blood. The first episode shootout began, and the girl broke into tears. She freaked out while everyone in the theater cheered and laughed at the gore. I did the right thing…I took her home and never called her again.

This blend is familiar. Very Tatty. It’s not groundbreaking. But I like it. I read that more than half of the world’s cigars come from Nicaragua. That’s a big mouth to feed. I am having flashes of Padron. Flashes of one step better than Southern Draw. Flash bangs of Espinosa, but superior. Flashdances of Liga Privada but smoother. And flashy spotted dick of Viaje but more splendiferous. My meds. Where are my meds.

2” in and the complexity nestles between my third and seventh vertebrae. The burn is excellent and so is the fire in my loins when I think of Helen Keller.

Rich with notes of Costa Rican coffee. The spiciness is barely equivalent and almost goes unnoticed. Tricky. Super smooth cinnamon dough. Suavecito activates. I found my meds.

The blend is becoming the flavor wheel. A non-stop list of contestants. I’m having a good time.

My fear is repetition. My fear is fear itself. This cigar is damn fine. It veers from what I expect from Pete Johnson. It is sophisticated and complex in the manner of The New Era of Modern Hominid Blenders. This release has flown underneath the radar, and I don’t know why. I know it tasted like shit upon receipt. You gotta rest your Tats.

Halfway and still medium in its presence. But the body is full. Like me.

Wouldn’t it be funny if Ringo was the last man standing and had to carry the flag? A perfect example of cancel culture.

The second half is extreme. The flavor wheel ends. Intensity is inaugurated. Will the first half catch up to the second half with extended humidor time? I’d bet on it. Let ‘em sleep.

We played Liverpool Stadium in the dead of winter. The dressing rooms stunk of boxer sweat…the gladiators, not the underwear. It was the only time I gave in and allowed the chick singer to apply glam eye makeup on me. The first five rows pointed and laughed. I faced Stewart for most of the set. He pointed and laughed too but from him, I didn’t care.

This is a great fucking cigar. Balanced perfectly like telling your wife she isn’t fat.

I saw blow only once the entire time I was based in London.

Sharp construction. Slow roll. Cloaked in transitions and subtleties. Starts out with fattitude and morphs into overlapping sweet spots. No nicotine. Spicy. Richie Rich. A multiverse of palatial choices for the palate. Just so nice. Yeah, I’d buy more.
Ch-ch-Changes.

A love that should have lasted years.

Jeff Beck hung out in the dressing room with us. I nearly shat myself. Blow by blow.

A memorable two hours by any measure. Don’t fuck up…let ‘em sleep for 6 months.

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RATING: 95

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