Wrapper: Ecuadorian Sumatra Seed
Binder: Nicaraguan Habano
Filler: Nicaraguan Jalapa Viso, Estelï Viso, Jalapa Ligero, Condega Ligero
Size: 4.5 x 50 Rothschild
Strength: Full
Price: $12.00
Quantity Released: Limited Production
Factory: Tabacalera Pages, Nicaragua
My cigars received 4 months of naked humidor time.
BACKGROUND:
From Cigar Page:
“Introducing the LOMK Edition Limitada 8th Cut – a bold, limited-edition take on the original Last of My Kind. This special release features the exclusive 8th Cut wrapper, a rare Sumatra-seed leaf grown in Ecuador. The 8th cut refers to the final leaves harvested from the top of the plant – this makes them thicker, and hearty enough to endure an extended fermentation process, transforming it into a deep, flavorful maduro.
“Due to its dense structure, 95% of these leaves are typically used as binders, with only the finest 5% selected for wrapper use. The result? A bold burst of black pepper up front, evolving into the smooth, sweet richness that maduro lovers crave.”
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
The Last of My Kind line is a blend family that if they were made by Erik Espinosa, would be part of the 601 La Bomba lineup. So, if you are a wuss like me, keep on walking. Or you can tag along and laugh at my projectile vomiting in Technicolor.
It’s a nice-looking cigar albeit that it suffers from sizeable veins. The fantail on the cap is a nice touch. I grab my tape to see if this diminutive size includes the appendage. It does not. Some manufacturers will include the length of a pigtail/fantail in the advertised length of a cigar. I consider that deceptive marketing.
Aromas from the wrapper include mild barnyard, dark chocolate, almond paste, and spicy peppers from the seedy coast of Ebonica. A small nodule in the Veklemptoris Islands.
I test my PerfecPunch by cleanly removing the hub cap and fantail. Works every time.
Sweet flavors on the cold draw that infer dried figs, dark chocolate, coconut, black pepper, and candied lemon rind.
Upside of maduros is an inherent sweetness. Nothing upsets me more than a sugar free maduro or needing to buy the next bigger size in my Fruit of the Looms.
Strength starts at medium. So far, so good. I’ve tied a rope to my waist and the other end to the bathroom door. Just in case.
The chocolate covered dried fruit element is the knee bone connected to the palate bone. It’s impossible to ignore. You won’t need special superpowers to pick this up. The other side of the coin is a rich earthiness that complements nicely.
The char line is crisp and in submission. It has to be as it cooly watches me don my knee length, shiny black patent leather, high heeled boots with a thigh holster for my kat-o-nine tails. It was a gift at my Bar Mitzvah.
It may help that I have a healthy breakfast in my gut of bovine kishka, fried matzoh, and an Atkins shake.
Complexity is minimal but the wonderful earthiness gives the blend serious depth. The first inch rolls into extinction at a leisurely pace. I gird my enormous loins for the coming onslaught of power. I’m not sure if the Toro is stronger. I betcha a buck that its last third brings on hallucinatory visions of 4th of July fireworks erupting from your stretch jeans. This itty bitty might be a kinder insertion of the Diefendorf Principle. For those of you that skipped high school, the Diefendorf Principle is when you juice 14 oranges, add an ounce of liquid mercury, add shaved rodent merkins, dust with powdered propofol, and pour everything through a sieve into your wife’s lifejacket before you take her on a trip to the Bahamas. Look it up.
The blend reminds me of the Katman/Stulac Blue Lightning Sky after 6 months of naked humidor time. Or maybe the Tatuaje Skinny Monster Wolf. Or maybe a little like the La Aurora Hors D’Age 2024.
And then I feel a tug in my short strings. The power begins. I cinch the rope tightly. I spit out the mouth guard because I ain’t no pussy. Well, actually, I am but for the purpose of being an esteemed author, I am not.
The first half is behind me. I hear someone say that, and I spin around. Just the ligero speaking. It was earthy, sweet, and compliant.
As the second half begins, black cherries and dried mangoes co-exist with malt, dark chocolate, espresso, and black pepper. My cheeks tighten as the cigar makes its dominance clear. It has me by the narglies. I check the rope. I gently put a horse’s feeding bag underneath my chin…in case the rope fails. And the malignancy of my determination collapses.
I begin to see dead relatives motioning me. One has a cigarette in their mouth. Must be the family dog. Two pack a day habit.
The blend continues on its smooth path. Me? My cankles begin to buckle. My once stellar length begins to stovepipe.
The potency does not deter. I curry favor and declinate like the march on Antietam. I rush headlong into enemy fire. I catch a ball in my teeth and spit it out. I believe the cigar has reached full tilt.
Sweet v. Savory is 50/50. Strength v. Carrion Flesh is 90/10.
I have 1-1/2” to go. I place my hand on the King James bible that I stole from a Super 8 motel that charged me $30. I bow my head and utter the words from the prayer of the dead. My ghost-like relatives flee the field of battle. I stay as I am highly paid by my readers to stave off fear and ridicule.
The room spins. I yank on the rope. I hear a scream. It was me. I float towards the ceiling. I stare down at myself. Myself flips Ceiling Phil the bird. This is not how I imagined. I imagine floral dynasties that extend to the boundaries of hell. I imagine the sound of lutes and recorders playing catalogs by The Osmonds and Megadeath. I’m old so I understand disappointment.
Alex Gougher told me this cigar is exactly how he likes his blends. I don’t know if its youth or just a better metabolism, or he’s fucking nuts. This cigar is too strong for me. But I cannot deny that it is a tasty morsel from the effluence of carefully curated dead leaves. If you can handle the power of Zeus, I have a cigar for you.
You can purchase Last of My Kind Edicion Limitada 8th Cut from sponsor Cigar Page. On top of the low price, My Bohemian Melania look-alike, Alex Gougher stepped up with another 10% off with promo code KATLAST10.
Note: The 8th Cut shows up both on its own sales page and the Last of My Kind sales page. There’s a deal on fivers in the former. $17. The other page, $27. The promo code is good for both sales pages.
RATING: 93
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