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Uh oh, what's this!? A surprise late addition to the short smoke series, courtesy of a cigar sample pack.
First Impressions
I won't mince words here. This is by far the ugliest Cuban cigar I've ever smoked. The wrapper can only be described as Frankenstein's monster, huge bulbous stitched veins, green splodges, the works. The stick is light in the hand and giving it a squeeze it's very evident why. This cigar is suffering from a serious amount of under-filling at the cap and mid-section, allowing you to basically squeeze it to almost half the size before it springs back.
Looks can be deceiving, so I dive in and see what this cigar truly has to offer.
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Lighting Up
Nothing. It has nothing to offer. The first few puffs are uneventful, a mild tobacco taste that reminds me of my youth spent smoking roll-ups. Very quickly, a metallic taste begins to emerge, and I am not even into the first centimetre before I hate it. There's an awful taste in my mouth, almost like I've spent the night at the pub smoking my way through a box or two of JPS black. I push on.
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As I get past the initial third, I am done. I've been picking bits of the short filler out of my mouth for the better part of ten minutes, and my notes so far are devoid of anything other than vitriol for this particular cigar. Instead of continuing, I kill it. Knock off the ember, remove the band, spill the guts. I am satisfied that the beast is dead, as I peer at the assorted tobacco bits within. Straight to the wheelie bin with this mess - the ashtray deserves better.
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Final Thoughts
There were a couple of moments smoking this cigar that brought me back to my younger days. In my twenties, I had been a fan of an entirely different leaf, and occasionally had resorted to some pretty disgusting behaviour in order to combust the material that I adored. This would sometimes involve me splitting open old cigarettes to salvage the half smoked tobacco within. I am older now, wiser somewhat, but that experience came rushing back to me through this cigar.
I can only hope the short filler here is scrapped from the cutting room floor and not its ashtrays. Probably the only joy found here was squeezing the cigar like a little stress ball at the beginning, or the times in which the flavour could only be described as absent, rather than awful.
Absolute dog rocket.
Final Score
0/10
First Impressions
I won't mince words here. This is by far the ugliest Cuban cigar I've ever smoked. The wrapper can only be described as Frankenstein's monster, huge bulbous stitched veins, green splodges, the works. The stick is light in the hand and giving it a squeeze it's very evident why. This cigar is suffering from a serious amount of under-filling at the cap and mid-section, allowing you to basically squeeze it to almost half the size before it springs back.
Looks can be deceiving, so I dive in and see what this cigar truly has to offer.
PXL_20240212_092114957.MP.jpgPXL_20240212_133441318.jpgPXL_20240212_133446768.jpgPXL_20240212_133454071.jpgPXL_20240212_133600014.MP.jpgPXL_20240212_133623617.jpg
Lighting Up
Nothing. It has nothing to offer. The first few puffs are uneventful, a mild tobacco taste that reminds me of my youth spent smoking roll-ups. Very quickly, a metallic taste begins to emerge, and I am not even into the first centimetre before I hate it. There's an awful taste in my mouth, almost like I've spent the night at the pub smoking my way through a box or two of JPS black. I push on.
PXL_20240212_134454849.jpgPXL_20240212_135020107.jpg
As I get past the initial third, I am done. I've been picking bits of the short filler out of my mouth for the better part of ten minutes, and my notes so far are devoid of anything other than vitriol for this particular cigar. Instead of continuing, I kill it. Knock off the ember, remove the band, spill the guts. I am satisfied that the beast is dead, as I peer at the assorted tobacco bits within. Straight to the wheelie bin with this mess - the ashtray deserves better.
PXL_20240212_135422989.jpgPXL_20240212_135320599.jpgPXL_20240212_135520480.jpg
Final Thoughts
There were a couple of moments smoking this cigar that brought me back to my younger days. In my twenties, I had been a fan of an entirely different leaf, and occasionally had resorted to some pretty disgusting behaviour in order to combust the material that I adored. This would sometimes involve me splitting open old cigarettes to salvage the half smoked tobacco within. I am older now, wiser somewhat, but that experience came rushing back to me through this cigar.
I can only hope the short filler here is scrapped from the cutting room floor and not its ashtrays. Probably the only joy found here was squeezing the cigar like a little stress ball at the beginning, or the times in which the flavour could only be described as absent, rather than awful.
Absolute dog rocket.
Final Score
0/10
Your cigar merchant should be checking this for you. When I go to a store and the staff are picking a cigar for me to check, they usually do feel it for correctness. Can have adverse affect on the taste of the cigar... Bad luck, try again. And feel free to have a moan at your cigar merchant for sending you an underfilled cigar!
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