Wrapper: Nicaraguan Cuban Seed Hybrid
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 5.5 x 55 Robusto Largo
Strength: Full
Price: $15.50

APPEARANCE:
This is a good looking schmekel. Oily as hell. Just a couple veins on one side…but the other half of the arc is free and clear. There is a fine grit of toothiness that feels like baby hair. The nipple is stout. Just how I like them. The cigar is evenly distributed, albeit a bit hard. It feels good in the hand. Weighty but not a Duraflame log. The wrapper is a shiny bronze with aged patina. Seams are barely visible and jam up and jelly tight.

SMELL THE GLOVE:
Aromas are very faint. Not ‘Gloriosky Bullwinkle!’ I pick up chocolate covered caramel, strong barnyard, malt, black pepper, a tad woody, wee floral notes, licorice, and fruity notes. Yep, a Nic puro.
The cold draw presents flavors of black pepper, chocolate covered caramel, espresso, malt, potent licorice, Fruity Pebbles, and cedar.

FIRST THIRD:
The draw on the cigar is exactly how I like my women…I can blow air in one ear, and it travels out the other ear immediately. No need for my PerfecDraw draw tool.

Right off the bat, I’m in lust.
A nice peppery start that is piggybacked by notes of chocolate, espresso, creaminess, malt, Rice Krispies, sweet gooey caramel, cotton candy, and figurative Shetland Pony ass.

Smooth. Complex from the beginning puffs. The burn is as sharp as my wit during sex with Charlotte. Laughing is the only thing that keeps her awake.

The complexity is so thick that there are numerous flavor bits floating around my brain just like flies like to float around my brain. I’m sure just a coincidence.

This tobacco is called out in the press release as ‘well aged.’ No shit. I’ve only had the sticks a couple weeks and the first one spoke to me like a whore wearing a Polish Policja uniform.

Transitions kick in. The finish is oily and savory. So far, the cigar struts the savory portion over the sweet side of the street.

Strength is medium+.

This is a cigar for gentlemen. For guys who love the taste of a fine cigar. Dr. Rod wrote me a note yesterday discussing his love for Cubans and how his 40′-0 long humidor was filled with sticks aged 10 years and longer. OK…so, maybe not as good as his Partagas Lusitanias.

With ¾” burned, the cigar leaps into the void. Sort of sums up my life. I am surrounded by the void. $10 to every reader that doesn’t tell my wife I said that.

It is 8 degrees as I write this. I have the windows open and I betcha a buck that the cold air is going to crack the wrapper at some point.
Meanwhile, I’m bundled up like Ralphie’s little brother, Randy.

The price. The parameters are that I’ve only allowed this stick a few weeks hibernation…which means the blend will only amplify its testosterone with months of humidor time…and yet still tastes delicious with such short notice that it must perform for my dear readers while still napping. If this quality tobacco continues on the path it has chosen today, the cigar is worth it.

The tobacco wreaks of sweetness now with bits of English Brown Ale, vanilla ice cream, and Beer Nuts.

SECOND THIRD:
The cigar is a slow roll because of passionate Torcedores. Yet, time passes quickly as the blend is becoming a serious man.

Complexity never stops reaching. Transitions are a carousel of nuanced flavors. It is like smoking a Xanax Corona.

By no means, is this a flavor bomb. Every flavor works together in harmony and peace. The whole exceeds its parts. Just lovely.

The pairing of Nodal and Fernandez worked out beautifully. This is a classic blend.
The cigar is so intense that I remove my infrared Kevlar cup. You just never know, do you?

This is sheer fucking bliss. I mean double wow! This is one of the greatest cigars I’ve smoked all year. And I didn’t have to wait 6 months to review it.

I’m in a warm cocoon with my binky. Wake me up when the pandemic is over.

Construction is stronger than dirt. The burn is laser sharp. The cold is giving me hemorrhoids…but the cigar maintains an even keel and will not submit to cold air damage.

Oh man, I only bought two of these. And this is the second one. It is a limited production cigar due to the scarcity of the right tobacco. This is the other reason I chose to review it. No point reviewing it after they’re gone.

As I near the halfway point, I’m already all in. This is a blend every serious cigar smoker should try.

Strength is now a very potent medium/full. By the last third, I will be screaming for my mommy. I will be too weak afterwards to have my usual breakfast of Wheatena and Fleet Enemas.

The key to its complexity are the gazillion nuanced flavor notes that scurry around with its only goal is to please the palate.

That English Brown Ale and the malt are made in heaven. The Beer Nuts, chocolate, espresso, caramel, vanilla ice cream, hints of licorice, and lemon custard are noticeable without trying too hard…but there are other flavors at play that my palate just cannot identify.

I believe the first third was not as solidly packed as the second third. The burn of the cigar has slowed down exponentially. A cigar like this should be smoked alone with no distractions…unless you are bucks up like Dr. Rod. He has the mortgage to my soul.

My first sip of water and I’m plotzing. Flavors explode and then run back to their dark corners.

The cold is deadly. My nipples are hard. A crack in the wrapper forms near the foot. I grab my PerfecRepair Cigar glue and the issue is resolved.

Nothing linear about this blend. It reaches for the stars. Corny analogy but I am so happy that I don’t care.

Strength is now full tilt. Nicotine kicks in. I don two eye patches, so I don’t swirl.
The blend is like your first blow job. Eventful, but too quick.

LAST THIRD:
I rail about prices all the time ad nauseum. Even I’m sick of it. Honestly, they could have charged something in the $20 range, and it would still be worth it.

And now the music ruins everything. Billy Joel. I saw a recent documentary called “Hired Gun.” All about the session players that are in high demand. And boy did the interviews reveal raw truth about band leaders that are great and those that are shit. Joel was lambasted over and over because he is such an asshole to his sidemen. No one ever got fired but they just weren’t invited to rehearse again. Nice. Nothing can make your stomach hurt like reading in the paper that the band you were in has all new players.

Despite the strength being life threatening, it remains smooth and deliberate. Complexity is through the roof.
I have to put on a jacket.

The blend is so intense that I can barely feel my gonads. I have a cashmere wrap around my ankles to keep them warm.

It’s taken me a good hour to get to the last third.

Holy shit. This cigar is strong. Finishing it is a vision quest. I should come out the other end a man. I was tired of being a little girl.

More cracks appear. The cold is thy enemy.

The cigar does not relent. It is on a mission from God.
If you can handle ethnic cleansing, this is the cigar for you.

Nothing in the flavor profile dissipates. Its complex nature is there to the finish. No heat or harshness.

A brilliant, passionate blend. It will definitely make my top 25. Unless I go into cardiac arrest smoking the last 1-1/2”.

If I was not reviewing it, I would take breaks to get my sea legs stable.

It is limited so now is the time to pull the trigger.
With ¾” left, I throw in the towel. I’m a wuss.
Carry on…

RATING: 98

June 17, 2026 Update: I chose to be lazy and copy and paste an old review because this is a cigar I try to keep in my humidor at all times. But at $15 a pop, it’s not always easy. I saw a private sale on Cigar Page this morning that gets you a 10 count box for $77.38. I like half price. There are 200 deals on this sales page…but the Aging Room is in the top row. The sale ends on June 18, 2026 at midnight.
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