Wrapper: Mexican San Andrés Tuxtla
Binder: Mexican San Andrés
Filler: Mexican San Andrés
Size: 6 x 52 Toro
Strength: Medium/Full
Price: $9.90
Date Released: April 2025
Quantity Released: Regular Production
Factory: Undisclosed
My cigars received 5 months of naked humidor time.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
The first time I saw the cigar band, I thought that this might be a cigar sponsored by the NBA. I bet I’m not the only shmo who thought that. It is HBA short for Habano.
Casa 1910 is making an effort to use almost exclusively Mexican cigar tobacco for something other than a wrapper. And they seem to know what they’re doing.
I’m not a great wildlife photographer and the HBA looks gorgeous up close compared to my fakakta photo. It’s oily, perfectly veiny, and with a nice fuzzy patina. The smell-o-vision begins with unexpected notes of floral, grape jelly, caramel, dark chocolate, and baking spices.
The cold draw is right up there with the best things I’ve tasted since apollonian fruit resin, Stone Creek coffee, and a big Snickers bar with beer.
As I try to identify the initial outing of flavors, I mess with my flibbertigibbet which is annoying me due to arterial catheterization from long years of abuse. And there it is…earthy sweetness, stark maltiness, and extreme sourness. Yikes.
I give any cigar an inch to settle in. I don’t like it, but it is part of the rules and regs of the Reviewers Union mandate.
The inch mark is nigh. The cigar ain’t cutting it.
Sour earthiness. Not my first choice. I loved the Casa 1910 Soldadera Edition Teniente Angela. The Mexigars or is it Mexigar…is limping on its foreskin. Except it’s more painful for me than Mr. Lopez. For 40 years, my wife has been calling me Felipe Gonzalez-Gonzalez. She forgets not to say it near ICE agents. My Skechers slip ins work great.
Inch one has found a home in the netherworld and the sourness disappears. I jumped the Negatory Gun. The blend is settling in which proves I have zero patience. I smoked the previous sticks months ago and have no memory of the experience because the wrinkles around my scrotal area pinch tightly.
But there is little progression as inch two choogles onward. There is little definition or photorealism. I can count on one paw the number of flavors and even those are dank and without depth. Oh no.
I’ve had my cigars sleeping for months and should be raring to go. The Colorado version gets decent reviews. The Habano gets a couple good ones too.
Cigar smoking is a moody device. Most times it works beautifully, but other times just falls flat. Fuck me in the ear.
This cigar is without meritocracy, morticia adams, likely prospects, or living proof that there is life beyond a good chile relleno.
It’s a dud. Damn.
Sorry to have taken up your time.
The Mexigars Colorado might have been the correct choice. I’m terrible at choosing the right fork in the road. If you feel emboldened, Cigar Page sells the Colorado for not the everyday price of $10, but $6.00. Alex Gougher has proffered a 10% off promo code KATMANJAN2026.
But here is the real deal on a Casa 1910 blend. I reviewed the $18.00 Soldadera Edition Teniente Angela 3 days ago and rated it 96. The sticks that Cigar Page is selling have 3 years of box aging. Ready to smoke. CP is selling them for $6.50. And to make it a killer deal on top of an insane deal, you can use promo code KATMANJAN26 for another 10% off. This is a deal that will last only so long so go to Cigar Page and check it out.
RATING: 73
And now for something completely different:
Somewhere in Europe, we hooked up with Jethro Tull for 4 gigs. It was just the two of us on the bill. In those days, it wasn’t unusual for the headliner to have several support acts, so Curved Air felt special.
We met the band and all was going well. We jammed with them for hours on end during sound checks. It was a lot of fun. Especially since Anderson’s flute playing was jazzy and our violinist and our keys player were both classically trained and they dug the intricate chordal changes.
Anderson loved us because of our musicianship. I had a great time trading riffs with their bassist, Jeffrey Hammond. I showed him how to play like Stanley Clarke, and he showed me Jethro Tull style riffs.
And then it became a dark and stormy night.
Each night before the concert, Tull, with the exclusion of Anderson, would hunker down in Curved Air’s dressing room and smoke us some Afghan hashish and African weed. Our band leader, Darryl never did drugs but had a more enlightened view of things. He drank like a fish and enjoyed us as we got our goof on.
On the third night, we could hear Anderson SCREAMING for his band mates. The guys made a quick exit through a second dressing room door just as Anderson entered our dressing room. He smelled the pot and saw us smoking da’ herb, mon. He was livid, infuriated, and beside himself.
Anderson said, “I know my guys were in here smoking dope with you. Where did they go?” His face was beet red, his breathing was labored, and his chest was heaving.
We just shook our heads and hunched our shoulders in response…with a stoner’s blank expression, and in unison said: “I don’t know, dude.”
Off he went.
He never found them in the act of smoking with us, but he knew. They had clustered in nicely found concert arena escape pods and completely denied smoking when Anderson found them. This really put me off on Anderson. It wasn’t like they were shooting heroin. But we didn’t know the backstory, so it was really none of our business.
The next night, the boys were back in town; or rather, back in our dressing room having a good time. We laughed like idiots for the longest time and then Anderson walked in and caught them red handed.
He screamed like a banshee. Now, here were some of the most famous rock n roll guys in the world and they cowered under the idiocy of their band leader.
They all retreated to their own dressing room and then Anderson started in on us.
Before he went a bridge too far, all five of us gave him the finger and told him to fuck off. Spittle was coming from his mouth, but this stopped his tirade dead in the water. He stared at us for a moment and turned heels and left.
He didn’t allow us a sound check the remaining gigs. Bastardo!
And we were never allowed to tour with them again. Methinks a whole lot of bands never toured with Jethro Tull twice.
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They’re no accounting for taste. Love these Mexican puros, both the Colorado and the HBA. The Casa 1910 cigar you smoked the other day wasn’t a puro.
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A whole lot of Clunkers in the last week. Is it you or the shitty winter weather? Now I get your point about not wasting time reviewing not so hot cigars, but thanks for the series of Heads Up. I was never very impressed with Ian Anderson, too much show, not enough taste. & a Lot of unfiltered Hot Air going through that flute
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