Wrapper: Ecuadorian Habano Rosado
Binder: Nicaraguan Jalapa
Filler: Nicaraguan Jalapa
Size: 6 x 52 Toro
Strength: Medium
Price: $15.15
Date Released: July 2025
Quantity Released: Regular Production
Factory: Joya de Nicaragua

My cigars received 3 months of naked humidor time.

BACKGROUND:
From Cigar Aficionado (Jul 23, 2025):
“Bentley Tobacco is a newer cigar brand to American smokers, one that made its big debut at the PCA trade show this spring in New Orleans. But Bentley has old roots, with origins that go all the way back to 1878, in Switzerland. Two brothers founded Bru-Bu Werke AG, a company that made pipes, walking canes and ski poles. In the late 1970s, the company became known as Bentley Pipe Co., and in 2011, Martin Shuster acquired the operation and expanded into cigarillos and spirits. Six years later, Bentley entered the premium cigar market.

“Last year, Bentley joined with Jonathan Carney, who spent 13 years with La Flor Dominicana. Carney was named chief executive officer of Bentley Tobacco U.S.A. (Bentley Tobacco is not affiliated with the luxury car brand of the same name.)

“Bentley has two lines of cigars; each made at Joya de Nicaragua in Nicaragua. The White is blended to be milder, the Green medium-to-full in body. Right now, they are available in four identical sizes for the U.S. market: Churchill, Corona, Robusto and Toro, and the prices are the same from one line to the next.

THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
It’s a good-looking cigar that has a nice heft. While I prefer a smaller cigar, there is no denying that a Toro, or bigger, feels good in the hand.

Wrapper aromas are minimal which surprises me like no gifts under the Xmas tree on the third night of Hanukkah. Normally, an Ecuadorian wrapper gives off perfumy aromas with sweet notes of honey and gefilte fish. I’ll do what I can. Upfront is barnyard followed by sweet pretzel notes, Ceasar salad dressing, dark chocolate, and baking spices.

My HumidiMeter reads 62%. I’m good to go…but wait, there’s more. The dry hump of the dry draw. My loyal PerfecPunch scoops the cap into martyrdom with ease, and without pain to the cigar. I begin to suck with deep breaths. Incredible notes of dark chocolate, nougat, Brazil nuts, sweet tea, black pepper, earthiness, and leather.

I ignite the industrial fans. I ratchet up the bank of air purifiers. I light the cigar.

Oh man. Who doesn’t like that first puff of the day…that first draft of air drawn through a burning bush of tubular tobacco. It is delightful. While Bentley only has two lines of cigars, they are both solid. And are smack dab in the middle of the average price of 2025 boutique cigars. Notice in your Cigars International catalog, you read on the john, that almost everything you pooh poohed is in this price range now. We have gone to hell in a hand basket my brothers.

The rich earthiness stands out. Beneath the coven of allures, are notes of chocolate, black licorice, malt, black tea, espresso, and mild black pepper. Strength is an immediate medium. This may be the perfect cup of joe morning cigar. Although, the 6 x 52 is a tad long in the tooth for me. But then coming back to it over the course of the morning is cool too.

The cigar plumps under the duress of fire. Heat gives the cigar leaves life…while at the same time, expecting an end of watch two hours from now. A noble sacrifice for the betterment of mankind’s mental health. Therapy is cheaper but cigar smoking is more fun. The wife endorses the former and hates the latter.

I take my first sip of water because I’m curious to see how it enhances the experience. I’ve made a good choice. Flavors diversify and expand. 1BCE showed the flavors as very nice but a little muddled (remember it’s early). 1ACE shows a flash bang of extenuating circumstances. I will be sipping more as you should when you try this cigar on your own turf.

Inch 2 and…wait, all those words and only for the first inch? You are slapping your forehead in dismay wondering how much more of this you can take. I can barely take writing it so my heart goes out to you and your loved ones who barely know you exist. They know your wallet exists, don’t they?

(My face stares lovingly at the pock marked ceiling. A curt smile appears on one side of my mouth. For a few seconds, I appear authoritative and all knowing. I say something smart. To no one in particular. Because no one is listening…much like podcasts. And I stare at the camera: “Nice smoke output.”).

Which brings me to something that makes me smile. Podcasts that go on for an hour or sometimes almost two hours. Who is watching a couple of guys making each other laugh for 1/12th of your day? Are they entertaining? Clearly, they entertain themselves. On the level, they do it for their friends. And their friends love it. So, that’s all that matters. Me? I’m a 4-minute read, a couple chuckles, a bit of infotainment, and you are sent on your way. Poifect for everyone concerned. In the end, I’m the one burdened with the two-hour workout because it is how long it takes to write a review while I smoke a cigar. And to those who complain I yap too much and don’t keep to the point, go have sex with yourselves you ignoramus backwoods dunderhead cousin marrying Discord loving wonderful people. Did I pull it off at the end?

So, I’m getting a BJ from my stripper girlfriend. She was a nice girl but not all that bright. I didn’t care as I was 33, single, and in the music business. I was a humdinger. With my long term addition in her gums, she looks up at me while blinking uncontrollably, and asks if she can move in with me? Oh no. This young lady was a master at the art of fellatio. Much like the comments being laid at my feet on the new giveaway. A conundrum fit for King Solomon. I pretended not to hear her. Moments later, spittle laced, she asked again. I mumbled something unintelligible while fake moaning. She said, “What?” I mumbled again. This went on for minutes. I tapped the top of her head. I reared my head back, “I’ll think about it!” And we were off to the races. Moral to the story: 1) She did not move in with me. 2) I maintained my single status. 3) I successfully talked her into moving in with someone else. 4) I never got herpes. Ta da.

I’m here for a reason. The cigar. So, how’s it going. Very nice. Thanks for asking.

So, I’m getting a BJ from another stripper. Kidding.

The Bentley ain’t a flavor bomb. What you get is a rich and earthly cigar that is very satisfying. It checks all the boxes I need for a morning smoke. It is smooth to the touch. It has depth like your favorite chair. And it has a wonderful long finish that is full of campfire laden with mesquite and oak.

The black tea is more prominent as the first half nears its end. The chocolate becomes mocha java. Malt is a reliable measuring stick. A new tanginess rears its pretty head that is part lemon zest and part floral. There will be a sweet spot in the second half or my name ain’t Fondoogle von Schnorrer.

Another sip of water and flavors coagulate like the first time I woke up next to a naked woman.

If I keep at it, I may break all manifesto records and hit 1.2 million words.

You may think I write for you. I do not. I write for myself and urge you to come along.

The first half was a lot of fun. How much fun? Like dragging on a pipe full of opium in 1884. Or dredging up good memories of being 25. Better yet, falling on one’s sword and agreeing to bring up kids with love and care.

Unless the second half takes a dump on me, this cigar will get a stellar rating worthy of your hard-earned dough. BTW, it took an hour and 15 minutes to get here.

The char line has never been regimental but more than acceptable. I love that it stays lit no matter how long I leave it unattended. A sign of significant use of excellent rollers. Great quality control. There is an unending supply of $15 cigars on the market. It can make your head spin. It is the new average. While we have George Costanza wallets, there is little cash and much overused plastic. We must choose carefully. Ha, sure.

Know what this old man misses? Sitting on my haunches.

Do I know what’s up with the Stulac/Katman cigars? Not a clue. Lost in translation. We’ve been hearing that they will land any minute in Miami for two months.

The sweet spot landed. ICE agents ask for proof of residency. Uh oh. Charlotte has had a Green Card since 1973. She is shit scared that they will come for her. I must constantly assuage her fear. But since she came from the Fatherland, I must assume she is safe.

Fat. Bold. Diverse as Whittier Blvd on a Saturday night. Transitions are smooth. So earthy. So divine. So tired of writing this bloody review.

Do I taste leather? I bought a new gun belt for my jeans. I lick the new thing like my first Playboy. Yep, leather.

Only three months of home detention. I guarantee, that with extended time, it will get better. Are you a patient man? OK, next question. Are you a cigar lover? That one was easy, wasn’t it?

The last two inches are sublime. The same way my 1969 Chevy Impala appears in my dreams. I always had huge methods of conveyances. I was a bass player before I could drive. Bass amps are massive. I never had a chance. A small sporty car would have been nice. Look at the shit I would have to carry around to gigs and these are small, but punchy, amps.

This is a good cigar. With discount codes, only $12.85. Try and find a premium blend with solid leaf stats at this price and pontifically smokeable. It brings the current rage of Ecuadorian wrapper with solid Nic guts to the plate. A medium strength that doesn’t tax your ability to remain conscious while allowing you the ability to respond to your wife when she yells at you to take out the trash. You immediately think her family, but a moment later, you know what she means.

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RATING: 96

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