Wrapper: Undisclosed
Binder: Undisclosed
Filler: Undisclosed
Size: 5.25 x 55
Strength: Medium
Price: $30.00
This cigar was part of my Top Cigars list of 2023.
My stick has had 3 months of naked humidor time.
Funny thing about my cigar. Instead of the name, JURE…it says JURA.
I spoke to Andrew at Small Batch Cigar and he told me that all the boxes he has for sale say JURE. But all the cigar bands show JURA.
I spoke to Jeremy on the phone, at his home in Estonia, last week.
He confirmed that his cigar band maker goofed. No Milk Bones, Liva Snaps, or Wild Weenies for him.
5000 cigars were released for 2023. Next year, it will be 10,000.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
The cigar feels manly and hefty in the hand. If I had girly hands, I’d say the same thing. Nicely and evenly packed like a Wisconsin bratwurst. Is that sauerkraut I smell? Nope. It is Sammy the Cat’s breath as he sits on my desk disrupting my tangential chain of thoughts…such as they are.
Wrapper aromas are punching through like an uppercut from Ali. Stars. Boutique dark chocolate, sexy floral notes, rich and thick honey that ranges from dark to light to honeysuckle. I bolt into the Way Back Machine and taste the 1928 candy, Bit-O-Honey…which is creamy with a wonderful almond component. I grew up with honeysuckle plants out front. When they bloomed, my friends and I pulled the stamens from the flower and placed the sweet nectar in our eager mouths. It was heaven. Not stopping yet, my schnoz finds aromas of vanilla, cedar, espresso, and British black licorice called Pontefract Cakes.
The cold draw is money, babies. My PerfecDraw draw adjustment tool smiles. I slap it in the puss. It still smiles.
First puffs are the Lost Ark. A massive hit of depth and complex flavors cuff my palate to the cigar’s intent. I can’t measure how little the cigar has burned, as the ash is in the micro stage, and yet a wallop of intensity gives me whiplash.
Smooth and creamy. All those honey flavors become a horde of warriors taking back what is rightfully theirs. The balance is as delicate as a gastropod walking the thin and narrow line of a razor.
White pepper paints the inside of my fish-like mouth with audacity, and I beg for more. The exact volume of oomph is delivered to the refined flavor profile.
This is a sophisticated smoke. I should be sitting in an expensive leather chair while an attendant, with white gloves, delivers a Vesper Martini.
Half an inch is all that has been sacrificed. Took 15 minutes. Yeah, mon.
A gentle lemon creaminess enters.
The Bit-O-Honey slams into my trifling brain like a freight train. The honeysuckle whips me back to childhood. The nuttiness enhances the difference between Amaretto and sweet raw almonds. Middle ground is reached.
If any cigar on the planet is worth $30, this is the baby. This is a gift from Mount Sinai. If Moses could blend a cigar, this would be the one he chose. No wonder he wandered the desert for 40 years…couldn’t find a Casdagli.
Strength is a balanced medium…taking it’s time…no rush. Multiple orgasms await like Sting having sex with Trudie. Probably not that much anymore. They are nearly my age. Pup tents vanish without warning.
An inch burned. 40 minutes. Yassir. (Not Arafat).
This is the best cigar I’ve smoked in a year. Jesus Alou and Manny Mota!
Savory v. Sweet is a gorgeous nude painted by Francisco Goya. The honey and its ancillary tentacles…along with the savory notes of almonds and spice, should be a featured piece at the Met.
Yeah, my dears, I’m all in. Jeremy has swung for the fences and the ball defies gravity.
The medium strength is a marvel considering the surgery it is performing on my palate. The body is light as a feather. The richness defies description from a hack like me. A true wordsmith would be composing poems and orations. I’m stuck being the katman.
Sips of water enhance the entire encounter. A brilliant, sweet spot at 2” burned.
Fireworks and implosions break the flavor profile free from its constraints and moves on to a new dimension that knocks my socks off.
Transitions take their time. The finish is a phantasm. Construction is Frank Lloyd Wright. The char line can only be measured by NASA.
Damn. I’ve smoked some great $30+ cigars as of late but none compared to this cigar blend.
I stand and daven as I rock back and forth to the rhythm of the blend.
“Groove Me” King Floyd. I stare at the cigar in the ashtray, as it bobs and weaves to the music. Yeah, the cigar is James Jamerson.
The body grows like a fragile flower. Hey, I can’t help it. If you were smoking along with my review, you would understand the experience.
Creaminess, honey galore (Pussy’s sister), marzipan, lemon crème, white pepper, a mild touch of cinnamon, cedar, vanilla bean, mystical and exotic spices.
My body is in stasis, but my brain is flooded with tobacco genius.
The halfway point arrives at one hour. My palate quivers with anticipation. I have a big stack of Depends just in case.
I’m so calm and relaxed that I feel it is safe to remove the mummification process I began this weekend on my naughty bits. Use it or lose it.
This brings back memories of the night that Curved Air was invited to jazz fusion guitarist Larry Coryell’s hotel room to smoke his Cubans. I had been a long-time cigar smoker even at just 25. The band members never smoked a cigar in their lives, but they gave it a shot. My bandmates, one by one, left the room as they turned Kermit green. It finally left Coryell and I to spend the night smoking his fine, fine sticks while drinking brandy. We saw the sun come up and I had to use a can opener to leave his presence. It was a magical night. Jeremy has blended a magical cigar.
There is so much expensive drek out there waiting to be purchased and enjoyed…most are total letdowns. Some make the cut. But not in the same league as the JURE.
I’m floating on air…and considering that I weigh a metric ton, this is quite the feat.
The flavor profile is canonized. The continuous burn just keeps inflating the density and intensity. The richness is just ridiculous. I sometimes rate a cigar with the ultimate score. It doesn’t mean that it is the best cigar in the world. It means that perfection has been created and I have been lucky enough to understand the passion of the blender. I’ve doled out the highest rating to so many Casdagli blends because the man is not of this world. I feel total empathy…such a rare occurrence.
Smoke this cigar in solitude. Newbies can join in. Be delivered. Sophisticates will plotz. I find that perfect cigar experience all alone with my favorite music. Take your time and allow the cigar to direct your motor functions.
The second half causes me to involuntarily laugh out loud. I cannot rid myself of the stupid grin on my old puss.
The blend fades as it disappears on the end of my PerfecDraw tool. Never a lick of heat or harshness. Glory be. I won’t forget this monumental event. Jeremy is a mad scientist.
This has been the best 110 minutes since I watched a marathon of Rocky and Bullwinkle. The Moose is a prophet.
You can purchase this cigar in a two pack from Small Batch Cigar. 10% off with promo code ‘katman.’
RATING: 100
A rerun of the Stulac Blue Lightning Sky Pre-Release *Katman Edition* is on the move. Due to the popularity of this cigar blend, Paul and SBC were gracious in allowing another stab at getting these cigars in your hand. Read about it here.
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