Dunbarton LecheBurra Pre-Release
Wrapper: Mexican San Andrés Negro “Cultivo Tonto”
Binder: Brazilian Mata Fina
Filler: Nicaraguan Four-Leaf Blend
Size: 6 x 52 Toro Semi-Box Pressed
Strength: Medium
Price: $19.45
Date to be Released: 2026

THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
Charlie Schink, our man in Zambia, provided the cigars.

While still short of being in an iconic stage in life, Steve Saka does not stand in the shadows of Fuente and Padron.

The cigar looks like a chocolate candy bar. The wrapper has a light musky aroma along with mild notes of barnyard, peanut shells, and floral honey.

Dr. Rod invented the PerfecPunch in collaboration with Popeil. Few smokers know that Kurthy invented the Pocket Rutabaga Shredder, Pocket Crypto Blockchain Assayer, and the Pocket Prostate Tester. The middle (14mm) punch takes an easy swish (Rod demonstrated that move, with additional sashays, to the draft board in 1969. While it kept him out of Vietnam, he was sent to dental school as punishment). The pigtail is removed easily freeing up a nice airhole.

The cold draw is extremely sweet with a further résumé of hay, cedar, and black pepper.

The first puffs are gorgeous showing off fat chocolate, creaminess, and honey. Just like the press release states. The flavor notes aren’t arbitrary; they will be noticeable to the faintest of palates.

Cream and honey laden. Looking at the dark wrapper, you’d never thunk it. The perfect morning cigar? Maybe now and again. Twenty-dollar cigars are out of my class. If it was my only cigar of the day, I could talk myself into it. My favorite morning cigar is the Casdagli Daughters of the Wind Pony. Only $10 before promo codes. It comes in 5 x 52 which is perfect as it requires a mere 60-90 minutes of my time as I ready for my dailies of scouring the stock market, leveraging my finances, opening the mail, recording videos on the application of face, hand, and nearly natural orifices cream, and spying on my neighbors as an undercover agent for Bohners Lake Animal Control Racine County.

The blend is velvety smooth. A slight hint of red and black pepper alternate and sooth my sagging, savage breast. Construction is spot on with a sharp burn line and slow roll. 500 words so far to describe the first inch. I will tighten up as I know you have endless cigar podcasts to endure.

A sip of water. There is a rush of cream and sweet honey. These are clearly the leading-edge flavors. Behind these two are malt, cocoa, cinnamon, cedar, hazelnuts, and orange zest. Very common cigar flavors. There is an overall-ness to the blend that creates a nice vibe of flavors that touch my tongue. The blend is richly developed as inch two begins.

In 1979, after my first skydiving successes, I met a beautiful Australian girl. We hung out for several months. I put up with her attitude that sex was an Olympic sport. I put up with her constant ‘put a shrimp on the barbie’ jibes. I put up with her adoring me. But I couldn’t put up with her insisting that her teacup poodle be an active participant in the boudoir. I have scruples. Send me $5 and I’ll send you a fuzzy B&W pic of said ménage à trois.

The first half showed off the delicate nature of the blend. It is exactly what I want from the first cigar of the day. The leaf stats might indicate a stronger cigar, but the LecheBurra maintains a light airiness in its medium vigor. Construction continues to be on the nose.

For me to consider additional purchases, I need the cigar to bear down and feed me the essential sweet spot. If the cigar had less of a haughty price tag, I’d be all in. If I were a rich man…biddy biddy bum.

My first escapade was a static line jump. There were no such things as tandem jumps in the 70’s. I stood with my right foot on the Cessna’s tire and the left foot on the step. I held on to the wing strut for dear life. I didn’t push off hard enough and slammed my head into the tire. I did a loopty loop, head over keester, several times before my chute opened. The straps around my thighs kicked up into my balls which then forced my nutsack into my mouth. I floated with tears in my eyes but a song in my heart and the taste of liverwurst in my mouth. I remembered to wear a cup from that point forward.

The transitional quality of the blend has stalled. I continue to wait for a sweet spot. A pleasant cigar that stopped evolving.

A few jumps later, I was 100 feet from the ground when I got hit with an upsweep of wind that turned me sideways and then a few seconds later, I crashed hard into the ground. My foot suffered from a hairline crack. I wore a cast for 6 weeks. My boss was pissed off about my skydiving and punished me with bringing paperwork back and forth between the construction trailer and the main office several times per day. He sat me down and told me a car accident is understandable but throwing myself out of a perfectly good airplane was unacceptable. I’ve heard that analogy a million times since. If you’ve ever seen the interior of a jump plane, you would laugh. It takes 15 minutes to get to 10,000 feet and you can’t wait to get out of that death trap.

The last inch and half gets a very tart sassafras flavor. It is almost bitter. It stuffs the light flavor profile into a gunnysack. Nowhere to go. Such a great start and then disappointment in the second half.

RATING: 89

ChiMolly Dynasty
Wrapper: Ecuadorian Corojo
Binder: Mexican San Andrés
Filler: Nicaraguan, Dominican
Size: 5.5 x 52 Robusto Extra
Strength: Medium/Full
Price: $16.00-$18.00

My cigars received a couple months of naked humidor time.

THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
The cigar is light as a feather. Will it plump? Will it divest itself? Or will it become a test tube flatworm?

Strong barnyard from the wrapper that makes my eyes well up with natural lubricant. But also itty-bitty floral notes, dark chocolate, baking spices, BBQ potato chips, and spicy peppers.

The cold draw is all cinnamon toothpicks. Hiding behind the ha cha cha is black pepper, chocolata, dried fruit, champagne whiskey, and brown food. Needless to say, my PerfecDraw can sleep in. The damn PD tool is lazy and shiftless. Like a junkyard dog.

While only in existence since 2021, this brand has become popular among cigar social media participants. Many new brands, like Lure, saw the whirlwind blow in their favor because of cigar gossip.

Ooh…ooh. While typing, there was a favorable brain stimulate from this cigar. More than pleasant observations of sweet and gooey caramel, lemonade, salty potato chips, milk chocolate, a touch of mint, cumin, and toasty almonds. All in the first puffs. Another aneurysm or maybe the Fred Sanford big one.

Strength is medium. I’m still struggling for consciousness. And the burn ain’t so hot…throwing that in while I meander. It needs a serious touch up.

Despite the florid start, the cigar does its own meandering while becoming an unknown face in the crowd. There is a glut of blends like this everywhere. It is like any popular genre of movie. Once successful, every film studio copies the winning formula. And that’s what ChiMolly has done. Everyone is cranking out variations on a theme. Same thing happened after AJ Fernandez became popular. Nic puros were the rage…and then came the addition of Mexican wrappers. The Fuente/Casdagli playbook is the rage. And so on…

$16 is a ballsy number for a company with no track record to snap on their cigars. In actuality, if you go to their website, they charge $18. Big balls.

I’m sure that this cigar will do well with extended humidor time. Just like every other cigar in this price arena.

Honeysuckle and warm naan bread. Very typical of a blend with a nicely done Ecuadorian wrapper. In order for me to slam this cigar against the wall and yell hail Caesar, I need a sign that this cigar is not culled from the crowded stage. So far, a good cigar. Not great.

“There’s a difference between feeling old and being old” …Uberto R. Frandosa, Minister of State, Ethiopia, Died at age 32 from a bizarre pontification accident.

And the cigar goes out.

I bought a box of Eladio Díaz 71 Aniversario a few months ago. Damn. Now that is a fine blend. The Davidoff ex-pat used a similar blend: Wrapper: Ecuadorian Corojo ’99, Binder: Mexican San Andrés, Filler: Dominican Corojo, Dominican Habano ‘92, Dominican Barrel Aged HVA. No doubt that this cigar is more expensive with a price tag of $25 but you can taste every penny sunk into the blend. Only 2,000 boxes made. I admit that if I place the Diaz first in my daily lineup, I am ruined for the day. I gotta switch to something ass and ball kicking like the Stulac White Blinding Light. Contrast is paramount to any multi cigar smoking patsy…like me…and you.

The burn continues to be wonky as the first half encounters a deadly demise. I pride myself in being able to look for any blend’s tell. There is no science. No formula. Just experience. We all get there. Unless you die a horrible death at the hands of your domesticated marmot.

In grade school, my daughter was confused. She told every teacher that I played with Eric Clapton. I discovered this during parent/teacher meetings when the teacher would fawn over me. I corrected the mishap and explained who I really played with over the course of my life. The fawning came to a screeching halt. After seeing disappointment in the eyes of these women, I shifted gears and stuck with Katie’s formulated tale of brave Ulysses. Unfortunately, my groupie days were over. So it was fun on a subtext level.

I’ve been in two house fires. And yes, I have solid alibis. The first was 50 years ago. My girlfriend set our luxurious London flat afire while I was lounging quietly in the tub. I saw the fire moving at 100mph along the ceiling of the hallway. Know what causes shrinkage? Making a call to the operator who kept saying ‘Oh my. Oh my.’ While I stood there naked and dripping…choking on smoke. Serious shrinkage.

The next fire was only four years later. Same girlfriend…but not her fault. First day in our new house and the plumber set the back of the house on fire while welding pipes for a new water heater. The fire dept was there in minutes. Most of the house was gone moments after that. Now? I have 14 fire extinguishers in every room. On both occasions, I got my bass guitars out the same time I got my people out. Priorities.

I am derived from the derivatives that came before me.

Construction is obtuse and derivative. The cigar goes out. The burn is wonkified. Not impressed.

The second half will tell the tale.

Again, the Dynasty tastes like a million other cigars with similar leaf stats. I refuse to pander to the notion that price does not matter when assessing a blend. Price is everything. I get what reviewers point out when saying it doesn’t matter…but then they’re not me. And I’m sure they are grateful. I feel free. Badge.

Strength is upped to medium/full. I got my swoon on. Ch-ch-changes.

Flavors have not moved an iota. There is definitive richness, mild complexity, mild to medium transitional quality, nice finish, and some refinement. $16.

In talking with you, the message is clear. No one tastes specific flavors. The simple equation is you like it or you don’t. Me too. I don’t pick a cigar apart as I do in a review. Those flavor points are there to please the cigar manufacturer who is the only one interested in this crap. I’d love to stop including the inevitable: chocolate, espresso, citrus, almonds, black pepper (which is the only thing we agree on), and cinnamon. The writers who find no solace in being entertaining use this formula ad nauseum…which makes me nauseous just penning it. Postscript: Know what I hear the most from you? “We must have very similar palates.” I’m Everyman.

Where was I? Am I up to 15,000 words yet? Probably.

We all love to try new shit. Our wallets thin out like bison herds. I do the same as you. I want to taste the nubile entrants to the world of this filthy habit.

The second half is more of the same.

RATING: 91

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