Wrapper: Mexican San Andrés
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 6 x 52 Toro
Strength: Medium/Full
Price: $5.60 before promo codes

I cannot say enough about how good this cigar is.
I am smoking this cigar as I type this. It has received 3 months of naked humidor time and it’s just fucking killer.
It’s smooth, delicious, refined, and complex.
After using promo code KATMAN, these sticks are only $5. Stupid good.
They aren’t easy to find. SBC has them. No idea for how long.
I rated it 96 and it deserves every decimal point of that number.

THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
First, scroll back up and look at this beautiful cigar. I’ll wait.

Dry boxing is the only way to go. This cigar had a nice aroma after de-celloing, but the dry boxing brings out crazy floral notes that is a fresh bouquet of roses and lilacs with dainty lavender. Crazy, right? And in the wings is the always beloved smell of a fresh barnyard that makes your doggie go-go dancer feel at home.

This is a heavy cigar. Feels like boners of Christmas past. I use my trusty PerfecPunch to make the perfect round hole in the cap. This is my fourth stab with this blend. Speaking of poking, these cigars are constructed with the forethought that density is good…and I agree. I just don’t care for lighter-than-air dirigibles. My PerfecDraw tool dons its surgical gear and snakes the center of my Post Script. One swoosh is all it takes. Perfect resistance…now that wasn’t hard, was it? (Disclaimer: The PS has exactly the resistance I like. My punchy proclamation was required by the lawsuit that Dr. Rod has filed that forces all his sponsors to say cordial things or they will be banned from online chat rooms in perpetuity.)

And furthermore…The cold draw is more barnyard but with accents of dark chocolate…and you know the rest don’t you? Because you’re reading an online cigar review. Doesn’t it just kick you in the ass when a reviewer proclaims a cigar tastes of: Dark chocolate, espresso, hazelnuts, cinnamon, and black pepper. How many ways can we report the same thing? Why not syllabus droppings, carnauba wax, baby seal aftertaste, and my ex-girlfriend Yolanda. Right on, sister.

The first puffs belt me in the mouth like a baby seal fighting back. If the complexity rises to the occasion like its initial wind flurries indicate, I’m in for a good time. And aren’t we in for a good time when we pick and choose from that open humidor?

Flavors are nice but the richness and quality of thought that went into this cigar…what can I say…I say damn, Lucretia.

Espresso, dark chocolate, cinnamon, hazelnut, and black pepper…er, wait.

The moisture in my mouth flounders. I grab a Canfield’s Diet Chocolate Fudge soda. Whenever I say fudge, I think of my time in Quentin. You always had to be careful when you yawned.

We no longer expect much from a $5 smoke…thanks to compacted corporate greed. So, when you stick this cigar in your giant open maw, you don’t presume too much. (Sound of a contest buzzer). (You also don’t say ‘compacted’ in D Block). And that’s why it’s fun when you expect little and get back a huge, unsuspecting reward.

When I asked Paul Stulac about the germination of this line of cigars, he responded with the following:
“It was a laser focus on creating an affordable “killer” cigar by concentrating on the blend, not the ribbons and bows. Post Script is aptly named if one looks at the meaning as Merriam-Webster defines it: “A statement or action that provides further information, or a sequel.” It represents the Journey thus far. A voyage that has taken many years. These blends are part of that story, after the fact. The acronym is a convenient coincidence.”

Chocolaty, perfumey, sweet and pungent, moments that remind me of my aged travel size vagina with some historic sweet notes. That’s right. I said I taste perfume. Remember when you were allowed to nuzzle your squeeze’s neck for the first time. Her perfume got on your lips. You spent the next day refusing to wash your face. This is the memory prompted from the Stulac cigar. I wish I knew what was wrong with me.

I was on a plane with The Turtles. I told them I was a fan while they were knocking back $28 vodka cocktails. I don’t think they remember me. It was 1976. I barely remember me…not a punchline, It’s just fucking true.

I love my cigars to smack of cocoa beans. I equate this penchant to a rich complexity that shows off the blender’s intent.

The first couple days, it took an inch before this blend performed. Days later, it initiates instantly. Nice going, Sir Paul. The balance is nutty garbanzo. Bozo crazy. Dead nuts. Bite the bodeen if you don’t believe me. Chomp the choda if you think I’m a bullshit artist. (Do I hear chomping?).

All the cigars in the Stulac line seem to be full tilt strength. As I’m beginning to weasel out of this formula in my old age, Mrs. Paul’s son brought me back to the fold. Gimme all your lovin’. Sock it to me, baby. A groovy kind of love. Oy.

Long ago, I hung with Ray Manzarek of The Doors. We met once or twice a week at a club in Hollywood. It was all by accident. A radio DJ friend introduced me, and we hit it off. He was a cool guy. Although, I had no idea why he was punk band X’s manager. I was invited to these folks’ home once and they were slobs to the nth degree. I excused myself and caught a cab home. Next time I saw Ray, he just laughed at me and shook my hand. Good times. He doesn’t remember me either.

I lived in London during a most violent year. The ongoing battle between the British government and the Irish Republican Army made every day a fearful one. Bombings had become regular business. I was in the Hilton lobby on September 4, 1975…24 hours before one of those bombings that killed 2 and injured 60. Bombs were placed in trash bins along the high streets of London. Bombs were placed in cars next to pubs. Our tour of Ireland was called off due to the horrific July 31 murders of the Miami Showband in Northern Ireland. Growing up in the safe suburbs of Los Angeles had not prepared me.

The first half of this cigar proved to be a behemoth in the category of good cigars. I love Viaje Cache but as a go to, I prefer the Post Script. There, I’ve said it.

The slowness of this smoke wins me over. Potent but smooth as silk. Redonkulously balanced. The ultimate Liv-a Snap. Better than Braunschweiger with purple onion and tomato on rye toast. More transparent than Marilyn Monroe blowing JFK. Easier on the palate than fresh tossed salad. More on point than my relatives wandering the desert for 40 years.

I love when I take a sip of my coffee and then a sip of water and puff on my cigar like it is a croissant in training.

The second half is even better. Cosmic inception of dynamic principles.

Sweet butteriness. Chocolate prune Danish. Raw cashews. Dark coffee with real cream. Wild Azania’s. And black pepper that knows its place in the universe.

The last third might knock the pegs out from under. It might be an unscheduled brain colonoscopy if you are a weak stick. I don’t care. I’ve lived a good life, and I loved the flower girl.

This is a $6 cigar. Shame on the cigar industry.

Did you vote? I did. Twice.

No cigar will ever replace the Paul Stulac Post Script San Andrés as my everyday go to.

Stulac cigars sell out fast. Small Batch Cigar has a few 10 packs and 20 count bundles. No idea when they will get more. After 10% off promo code KATMAN, these sticks are only $5.00. Beat that with a stick if you can.

RATING: 96

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