Wrapper: Honduran Connecticut-Seed Broadleaf
Binder: Honduran Connecticut-Seed Broadleaf, Nicaraguan Broadleaf
Filler: Honduran, Nicaraguan
Size: 5 x 50 Robusto
Strength: Medium/Full
Price: $10.80
Date Released: 2022
Quantity Released: Regular Production
Factory: Tabacos de Oriente, Honduras

My cigars received 3 months of naked humidor time.

THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
These days, a ten spot wins a cigar the award of being categorized as a budget stick. Try and buy anything on Amazon for $10. Can’t be done.

The wrapper aroma is primarily barnyard. But there’s also a slight sweetness reminiscent of something fruity; maybe freshly cut figs. And an even smaller note of dark chocolate.

My PerfecPunch swoops in and nearly cadaverizes the cap. A perfect blow hole. Which is what the cigar industry considers me.

The draw is all about chocolate fudge and walnuts. Don’t even have to think about it.

I push the burning effigy of Dr. Rod off my desk and Sammy the Kat douses it with lighter fluid. More than once, I’ve told the SamMan use the cheap stuff, not the good stuff. He doesn’t listen. I remove the Katman Karuthers poster from his litter box.

The first puffs replicate the draw with fudge brownies and walnuts. A few moments later, the flavor of a deep Bordeaux kicks in. I don’t drink but I cook with it and I take a sip now and again to get a teenager’s rush. Super richiosity. A pumpernickel quality with that deep molasses sweetness. Ooh, this is good, so I whisper gently into the blow hole that if it doesn’t continue on this path…and then I point to Burning Man Kurthy. I hear a quiet gulp, and I swear I can see the cigar’s Adam’s apple bobble in waltz time.

I get a flashback from 50 years ago that puts me in London buying strange breads from bakers with no teeth. Well, not exactly no teeth, English teeth…sort of the Austin Powers ‘before’ look. I traveled everywhere in Europe and not one country suffered from the screwing your cousin syndrome like England. Modern dentistry was instituted in 2023. I wonder if they have fluoride? I look it up. Fluoride wasn’t in the public water until 1964 and everyone I knew, saw, and stared at, were born before that year.

I love this cigar. I completely forgot that I was planning to do a nice shill job for Cigar Page until the last minute, so this is my first stab at the Double Broadleaf. Did I say that out loud? I’d never hold out during black site interrogation. I’m experiencing it with no prior adjudication. Construction is excellent and the char line is pure military spec.

Strength wasted no time and as the first inch runs screaming from my personal adult video room. It’s medium/full. If you’ve never seen “Flipper Does Dallas,” you are ghosting your inner needs.

The double broadleaf is in play. There is no mistaking it. Actually, it’s triple broadleaf. Look at the leaf stats. I’ll wait.

I’m reviewing this cigar after a lunch of pork kreplach, collard greens, matzoh curds, and Tamari shooters. The flavor profile uses a ramming device to penetrate all the crap I ate. I know what it reminds me of! The Dunbarton Red Meat Lovers. Damn. Nailed it. And holy shit, it’s nearly half the price. Does the shilling ever end?

I’m relaxed, I’m verblunget, I’m fakakta, and Georgia’s on my mind. This is a good cigar. And because of the excellent job by the rollers, this little 5 x 50 Robusto is cruising at a leisurely pace. I’m still almost an inch away from finishing the first half. Long way to go so I hope the cigar doesn’t double-cross me. The last third tells the tale. If it maintains its erection, I will buy at least another fiver before I publish this review. But since it comes in 4 sizes, I have no idea if I’m going to get one or all.

Speaking of bad teeth, my Phoenix band was the official Arizona Hell’s Angels Blues Band. NFTs were made. We would play gigs at night, Sunday afternoons, and at club functions. And they always got drunk or showed up drunk. But as they trafficked in methamphetamines, most of them didn’t have any teeth. Imagine by the band’s third set, drunken toothless bikers all asking for songs or trying to tell you about their troubles and woes…and all you hear is the slapping of engorged tongues against hollow maws. It was like the entire cast of The Muppets after a fist fight.

My Phoenix band had a series of drummers not unlike Spinal Tap. One in particular comes to mind as he was a great giant oaf. Imagine a 6’-5 sissy. At an Angels gig, we were taking a break and standing in the parking lot of the club. A few bikers were conversing with us when the dip shit percussionist accidentally leaned on a bike, and it tipped over. No damage was done and the owner of the bike was amazingly cool about it. But not to the drummer. He started yelling at the poor schlump and the drummer broke into tears. Crying like a little baby begging not to be hurt. The biker had to hug it out to stop him from sobbing. This drummer would complain to me that he didn’t like how I always accented the 1 beat. I had to comfort him by saying that James Brown said “1 is derived from the Earth itself” and said, “The upbeat is rich, the downbeat is poor. Stepping up proud only happens on the aggressive ‘One,’ not the passive Two, and never on lowdownbeat.” It went right over our drummer’s giant head.

The first half was great. A tubular fudge brownie with whipped cream and dried figs. And I swear I tasted Coca Cola in the background. As the second half begins, the strength is upped to just shy of highly enriched uranium.

The blend isn’t transitional. It began with setting clear rules and has colored within the lines. It makes up for a lack of transitions with a nice rich earthy depth and some complexity. Maybe it’s me, but I like the flavor profile immensely. I decide to check HW’s review and I zoom in on one description: cake doughnut. Bam. I love consistency.

The Dunbarton Red Meat Lovers is a stronger cigar than the Double Broadleaf. I have trouble keeping up with the RML. Maybe there is significant less nicotine in the DB. Because while it is strong, I can still chat with the SamMan and understand everything he chirps.

The second half is better. Succinct layers that I can peel back. The core is the fudge brownie. Coating the treat is creaminess. Multiple layers on top are dried fruit such as raisins and figs, earthy malt, red wine, and a light spiciness.

I’m doing my first video with Alex Svenson of Cigar Page. He’s their chief buyer and was an initial partner at Cigars International and the owner of Cigar.com. It will mostly be a bullshit session, and we will see how it goes.

I’m into the last third and I think I’ve found an affordable replacement for my Red Meat Lovers obsession. Even though I’m fabulously famous, I am fabulously not rich.

The chocolate earthiness is exemplary. And the last 1-5/8” is dense. Not a lick of harshness. The strength is not overwhelming. It is merely a satisfying third chapter to this fine blend.

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RATING: 94

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