Wrapper: Mexican San Andrés
Binder: Nicaraguan Jalapa
Filler: Dominican
Size: 6.2 x 52 Toro ~ Box Pressed
Strength: Medium
Price: $11.80
Date Released: September 2025
Quantity Released: Regular Production
Factory: Tabacalera La Flor S.A.
My cigars received 3 months of naked humidor time.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
The Suave has been around for years but in 2025, LFD’s founder Litto Gomez, retooled the blend.
The stick is pressed hard and appears to have desires to be an Avanti dry cured cigar. I hope not. It has big veins, crispy seams, and it’s stiff as a tongue depressor. I raise the cigar to my nose and discover aromas of sweet and sour fertilizer, very dark chocolate, Weetabix, golden raisins, bovine leather, and fresh espresso.
My PerfecPunch claims 4F. I remind it that there is only one of those in this family. I drag it from its hiding place in its revamped German bunker and force its face into the cigar’s cap. Before it can belt out a fuck you that sounds like Elon Musk denying he is a Nazi sympathizer, the detritus is gone.
The cold draw nearly bowls me over with fudge brownies, walnuts, more Weetabix, more raisins, chive blossoms, and black pepper.
The cigar makes its first move to certain death and hits me with a wallop of that fudge brownie with walnuts. But there is also a lovely creaminess that has a citrusy element like touching the tip of your tongue on lemon foam. Earth is represented by portobello mushrooms. Depth rears its friendly face.
Strength is an immediate medium. A light spiciness is first red pepper, then a touch of ginger, and finally a molecule of clove. I’m half an inch in. God save Litto.
In the past, I had burn issues with pressed cigars mostly due to my poor attitude. Construction on the Suave is assured and crisp. Like the denizens of politicians who lie straight faced.
The blend smooths out the brittle in my spittle. I get whiffs of insanely rich Dutch licorice and tiny wildflower petals. Initial presence of mind had me thinking the blend would be blasting cap forward. Instead, as inch one disappears, the fusion of vision and dead leaves rectifies my stale brain with the count of “1-2-3-4” and into the iconic Country Joe & the Fish mantra. How toady of me. I need to ponder the beyonder. I guess you gotta be cruel to be kind.
I never learned the rockabilly method of slap bass on the big double bass. It is a dying art and those that survive have right hands that look like giant frogfish at the end of an oar.
The trash compactor method of pressing a cigar works well with this blend as the result is a comfortable slow as she goes. How often can you score a soft and sweet breakfast maduro? 90% of morning magic comes from Ecuadorian Connie blends with Dominican guts. The Suave upchucks that preconception and washes the floor with guffaws and a chorus of bananafanna fo fanna. And the char line is tasty too.
It takes 30 minutes to squelch the screams of the first third. Something that most of us Boomers did when Tommy James and the Shondells puked from our transistor radios.
The sweetness is anything but treacly but it is out front with a very bready note. I found a couple of reviews and I am mimicking their reactions. I love when a cigar has such a serious consistency that it leaves little to the imagination. We all find it humorous when a cigar is plucked from its newborn stage and every man jack of us interprets it differently.
Normally, I review a medium strength cigar in the morning. I don’t typically get my swoon on till 10am but on this review occasion, I have an appointment to get my head measured for a life-sized bust of Norman Jewison to be staged at Point Mugu. I’m pleasantly surprised that the easy-going blend cuts right through the effluence of after dinner burps.
Since I already know how to burrow underground using my head as a scalpel, I’ve begun building my air raid shelter. I just do what comes naturally.
Sometimes linear can be a good substitute for ingenuity. In the case of the Suave Maduro, Litto kicks all notions aside and builds a constantly serpentine flavor extravaganza.
I’d like to add that the char line is as tidy as lip service that war is over. Therefore, I apply the Vulcan nerve pinch, and it self-corrects. The structural ash won’t release itself from the mother ship, so I change my tunes to Ethel Merman: Live at Red Rocks.
I could complain about the first half but there is nothing written on my dry erase board except for translations from Farsi to Swedish asking for asylum. As the first stage was jettisoned, my thoughts are I’d like to make this cigar my everyday morning smoke. But if the second half doesn’t command the right tone with me, I shall go back and redact. Doo dah.
The Mexie Maduro brings black cherries to the forefront. Creaminess lacks all signs of domestication as it fills in the cracks like fresh putty. Cedar divebombs my bulbous ballsackian district. Espresso gets down and bitter good. The cigar has rhythm.
A touch of cola, some frootsie tootsie that renders like fat off a hog, dried apricots diddle with my affections, and the dark chocolate goes underground seeking repatriation from the aggressor. The Suave Maduro is the Ayatollah of Love.
Ever get your pee pee get caught in your fly in a public bath? Me neither.
I surrender to the to-and-fro of the cadence. It weaves basket trails of cuteness. And while I’ve never been committed, I have escaped the long arm of the law.
A friend was a radio DJ at the big CBS station in L.A. I often visited his evening rotation so we could smoke us some J’s and go nuts picking the music we loved…bedamned the program laid out by the station manager. Once, during an 8 minute Led Zeppelin tune, we ran downstairs to stick our faces in where the evening tv news was going live to 3 million people. We did our best Marx Brothers and Monty Python moves as we tried to make the sportscaster crack up. They put up with it the first time. The second time, my buddy was fired. He had the pipes, so it mattered not and San Bernardino welcomed him.
Never knock smooth. This baby has it in spades. It provides a treatise in cigar blending. The last couple of inches stays plotzed at medium strength. No sudden jerks. No power surges. No avoidance of necessary vaccinations. And no less a great cigar that plays that fast thing in 90 minutes.
My favorite review site rated this cigar: Average. Everyone else loved this cigar.
It is my strongest advice that you let these cigars sleep before diving in. Sneak your ROTT stick but then show the balance some love.
The 2025 LFD Suave Maduro comes in two sizes. The toro I reviewed today and the Grand Maduro #6. The latter is a torpedo that is 5.7 x 54.
Sponsor Cigar Page sells the Suave Maduro #5 for $8.32 instead of $11.80. Alex Gougher moved heaven and earth to get you a 10% off promo code: SUAVE10. You can use the promo code on both the Natural and Maduro.
RATING: 96
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Have you had the #6? I’d be curious to see the difference between the two, not having had either. Looks like I’ll have to get both! 🙂
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I have not.
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