Wrapper: USA Connecticut Broadleaf Maduro
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 6.25 x 54 Torpedo
Strength: Medium/Full
Price: $12.95
Date Released: One Day a Year 2025 Version
Quantity Released: Limited Edition
Factory: My Father Cigars, Estelï Nicaragua

My cigars received 3 months of naked humidor time.

BACKGROUND:
From Cigar Page:
“Crowned Heads Lawless is made in the My Father factory in Nicaragua by none other than Don Pepin Garcia. It utilizes a Connecticut broadleaf wrapper atop Nicaraguan binder and fillers. The cigar comes in at medium to full in strength with notes of leather, coca, and nuts, as well as a slight kiss of spice Pepin has become known for. These cigars are notoriously hard to get ahold of- only available in Texas typically. Crowned Heads does allow retailers across the nation to order them once a year though, so we here at Da’ Page would be remiss if we didn’t scoop some up and make them available to all of you.”

THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
When I heard that Cigar Page had them in stock, I bought a box. I don’t like to fuck around. These limited releases are iconic. I also bought a box of the Lawless Tennessee Waltz when they were available a couple months later.

I just did my chores of taking the trash out and I can’t feel my fingers. I will be asking my pet marmot, Tedinski Bartholomew Hirschberg, to help me with typing skills if needed.

This is a big cigar. Too big for me to do in the morning because I smoke, I write, I smoke…it takes forever. While it’s a 4-minute read for you, for me it’s a 2-1/2-hour exercise in promulgating less confusion about life. Plus, the strength on an empty stomach would have me, in the last third, writing like this: ?’e%///arf.e393landomercy@holyfuck#Edwina. So, this is an afternoon review with plenty of Cheetos and Slim Jims in my belly to fend off hallucinations and whining. I can’t guarantee the latter will be absorbed in absentia. I plan on posting it in the morning so I can rest like a Pharoah, leisurely smoke a cigar of choice, and knock back shots of Jack with Maalox back.

A quantum of tooth lives on this beast. But it feels good in the hand. Also, the ankle, the tailbone, and the crotchetonni region. Albeit, men spend their entire lives avoiding tooth on their anterior expanses.

I try using my PerfecPunch on the pointy cap. It fails miserably. In the final draft, I will eliminate that sentence, so that Dr. Rod continues to pay me $1.2 million per year with a bonus of $31 per month if I mention that he’s good looking. Dr. Rod is good looking.

The last year has seen me jonesing hard for blends that have Connie Broadleaf wrappers and Nic guts. There have been plenty of choices. The Lawless Yellow Rose is my latest escapade.

The above photo comes close to illustrating how the oily wrapper glistens.

The Olympics start in a week. I’ve been asked to light the ceremonial Salomone. The voices in my head vindicate my pure sense of worth.

Aromas wring out the last vestige of chocolate on earth. Followed by damp moss, toasted citrus, Honey Nut Cheerios, a bit of floral, black peppercorns, candied almonds, and brilliant espresso.

The cold draw adds to the essentiality of the chocolate and espresso with strong cinnamon and nutmeg.

Light ‘er up. OK. I will. The earthiness sucks my petite brain out my ears. It bounces off my giant earlobes and runs down my leg. I’m starting to have a good time.

In the last month, I downed four of these sticks because I just love them. I’m a pushover for a gal named Rose. Rose was my maternal grandmother’s name and, in 1972, I attended a psychic session hosted by my rich and famous studio musician cousin, Fred Selden…and Rose.

I love other Connecticut Broadleaf blends: the Bronzeback, the Crowed Heads Broadway, Cavalier Genève Project Broadleaf Boartamer, Dunbarton Mi Querida Dunbarton The Emerald Fish, Warped Sarto, and The American by J.C. Newman.

The Rose is doing well as it begins with a punch to the nads showing an early medium/full strength. The cigar plumps the opposite the way a zeppelin deflates, or the way a certain favorite anatomy does in the presence of an expensive whore, or the way your Aunt Rhoda fattens after a breakfast full of kishka and matzoh brei. The burn is on point. Unlike me, who tends to ramble. But if I didn’t ramble, I’d be just a face in the crowd. My detractors sum it up as incessant yapping. I concur.

The citrus element boosts with the definition of orange zest. An earthy mushroom element fits just fine. Baking spices explore their origins.

Creaminess begins at inch number two. Dark chocolate bubbles like stove ready hot chocolate.

The spiciness is calm but waffles between black and red pepper. A flattening effect on the back of my tongue and then a tingle on the tip.

Strength compresses. The lack of nicotine allows my brain to discharge panic. I don’t sense alarm bells telling me to swaddle in my seat.

Cedar becomes heir apparent as inch three begins. It has a sweet tone and now the blend enters a perfect 50/50 of sweet v. savory. A lovely smoothness finds itself in the settling process. Complexity shows up. Transitions are in low rider mode. A vanilla bean paste swiggles its way into the mix. As does ginger, brown sugar, and dried pear.

The first half was an excellent rendering of fine cigar blending. I can’t say enough about the disparate flavor offerings. Transitions were smooth, strength was bearable, complexity was working, and just a very nice balance.

Having food in the gut helps. I tried smoking one before breakfast and it nearly ended my reign as the only cigar reviewer that everyone in the cigar industry fears and loathes in real time.

There are no sudden jerks in the second half. A nice seque that I find very appealing. This is a workhorse of a cigar. Nothing very fancy. Flavors have been easy to pick out, albeit, very subtle for the most part.

As inch four begins. A minty fresh thing begins. Like finding candy on your pillow at the dive you frequent when you tell your wife you’re away on business. Did I say that out loud?

My cousin Fred picked up the phone and called me while I was going through a messy divorce. He was paying high dollars to have weekly visits with a psychic, an elderly British woman. He invited me to his house in the hills above Hollywood. Fred made millions of dollars playing his array of reed instruments on recordings, tv shows, and movies. When I arrived, there were 25 of the finest session players in L.A. in attendance, along with their girlfriends and wives. We all sat in Fred’s huge living room.

The cigar is like a big earthy chocolate bar. Nutty and woody. Sweet and spicy. I love the Bronzeback, but this is nothing like that cigar. It’s better. And after promo codes, it’s cheaper.

Construction remains excellent. The draw is lush and even. The burn is on point. And the wafting aromas are sinewy and sweet. This is a great cigar made better by the second half exploring its own complexity and depth.

The psychic spent the first 30 minutes talking about Christianity and Jesus Christ. Everyone listened attentively but after 15 minutes, people began to lose interest. Then, suddenly, she began going around the room telling people about themselves. Shock and awe began. About the fourth person in, she began saying things that were not recognizable to that person. I sheepishly held up my hand and said this was about me. This kept on as she made her way around the giant circle. Each time, she said something that only I would know…not even my cousin. At first, it freaked everyone out, but then soon after, people became annoyed that it wasn’t about them. She hammered away at me. I was a kid of 22 and this was all so upsetting. Afterwards, I spoke with her one on one. She had the intense eyes of someone unworldly. I decided then, I would never do it again.

I got nothing to complain about. I like this side of me. It reminds me how much I prefer to write about cigars that are worth our time, rather than the aggravated assault on shit sticks. But I acknowledge that my acerbity is more popular.

This big cigar will take up 2-3 hours of your time if you don’t huff and puff. It’s a relaxing cigar full of power and pomp. But zero nicotine. I’ve retained my faculties, such that they are. I am happy that I popped for a box. I suggest that after you smoke one too early, put them away for 3 months and then dig in.

You can purchase the Crowned Heads Lawless Yellow Rose from sponsor Cigar Page. Not for the advertised price of $12.95. No sirree bob. If you buy a 20-count box, they are $9.70 per stick. But I talked Alex Gougher into draining the swamp if you buy a fiver with the price coming in at $8.42 each. But wait…you get another 10% off with promo code KAT0226. That’s a savings of $5.37 per stick…and that’s if you can find them. You can get the equivalent of a 20-count box for $151.00. This is a savings of $108 over what everyone else sells these quickly disappearing cigars for. Or just snag a fiver. CP works for your loyalty. Me too. We are not silent observers.

RATING: 96

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