Wrapper: Ecuadorian Sumatra
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 6 x 38 Petit Lancero
Strength: Medium/Full
Price: $9.00
Factory: My Father Cigars S.A.
My cigars received 6 months of naked humidor time.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
I reviewed this cigar in 2015 in the Churchill (7 x 49) size. Ten years after seems like a good time to revisit.
The cigar is purty lookin’ like a watershed moment before final release. It glistens and shines. A solid cigar. The wrapper provides succinct aromas of fresh cut lemongrass, ripe peaches, chocolate, a good cup of coffee, peanuts, spicy peppers, and earthy goodness.
Not a lick of air coming from the cap…wait, I need to PerfecPunch it. Still no air. My PerfecDraw is ready. Arms akimbo and knees a’flailing…it screws itself into this stubborn beast and clears an airhole this wide. The cold draw provides subtle notes of chocolate, sassafras, cedar, baking spices, black pepper, sweetness, and caramel.
Tats of any demeanor rarely taste good in their early home detention period. They need months and months of rest. I smoked a couple Hydes after a beat or two and they didn’t surprise or shock. Now, with 6 months of humi time, the blend begins with a smashing pumpkin effect. Rich notes of dark cocoa, espresso, vivacious malt, caramel, black soil, and almonds.
My date put her feet up on the dashboard of my car. I asked her to remove them. After all, I had just bought my first brand new car…a Chevy Impala. I spent the afternoon washing and polishing the whale in anticipation of the concert. Jerry Lee Lewis opened for The Doors. He was in his country music phase in 1969. The audience booed his announcement that he wanted to do an encore. Jim Morrison stumbled onto the stage. By their third song, he was barfing into a small cardboard box he kept nearby. Behind the band was the largest number of Marshall stacks I had ever seen. Wall to wall, floor to ceiling. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Led Zep, it was The Doors.
The strength is very easy going without a single hint it will later become a knee knocker. Some refined notes but not much complexity in the first inch.
We see an $8 cigar, after promo codes, and see an inexpensive cigar. We might even scoff. How can it be good now that I am a sly sophisticate. Most of the time, you are correct. But what a lovely idea that maybe sometimes we might be surprised and get that elusive smart cigar for half of what the average good cigar goes for in 2025.
Smoothness cannot be understated, or underestimated, as a quality that sears the burnished needles from our psyches. Creamy like a dusting of MDMA on your Kix are for kids.
Dark chocolate, graham crackers, cinnamon, caramel, orange rind, malt, cedar, and toasty as hell. The first third ends with a flair. Still not a complex blend but very flavorful. Itchycoo Park (Mono Version).
Speaking of mononucleosis, in the 50’s and 60’s, we wanted so badly to get the illness so we could get a month off school. With the threat of nuclear obliteration from the Soviet Union, we thought it was a zero-sum game. It would have been nice to get a respite from constant duck and cover drills.
The second third is racing. Strength hits medium/full but without that mule kick we dismiss as us merely getting older. The previously missing complexity makes an entrance and I feel the earth moving under my shins. It comes together (Stereo Version).
Just like HAL 9000, my memory is fading.
The blend is like the Duomo seen from the Belvedere. Toughened your nipples, didn’t it?
The first half disappears into the mist. Describing a blend as very pleasant has no overtones of disappointment.
I try retrohaling. I gave it up years ago. A minty freshness, lemongrass, and cinnamum.
The burning of the sinuses, the sting of recognition, the rolling of eyes, the inability to say the letter r without sounding like Elmer Fudd, and sweet vanilla ice cream.
At his going away party, we tried to break John Turner’s arm. We didn’t want him to go to Viet Nam. It was 1969 and the war was raging. We brought the heavy crystal ashtray down over and over onto his outstretched arm…and poor John kept complaining, “You’re just hurting me.” So off he went the next morning with a severe bruise and a mighty hangover. His mother screamed at us that going to war would be good for her son. She was wrong.
This petit lancero is a short smoke. Only an hour. Reasonable for the price. It shows quiet reflection that highlights a multitude of lovely flavors. As smokers, we all have angst when we light up. Will the cigar take up my time appropriately? Will it fill our needs? Will there be buyer’s remorse? And lastly, does that first inch keep our interest so that we continue instead of dashing the cigar to the curb. The Skinny Monster Hyde is a better than decent cigar that deserves your time. Will it make you forget your true loves? No it won’t, but it didn’t waste my time…so I’m good.
You can purchase the Tatuaje Skinny Monster Hyde as well as the entire Monster collection from Small Batch Cigar. Take 10% off with promo code KATMAN.
RATING: 92
Coming soon to a bile duct near you: The Katman/Stulac Blue. A very limited release! Watch for it.
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Ok, these Tats are varying shades of “ah, yes, right, right” so I believe.
but she was wrong. Kut me. Kold. Ow.
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