I bought a few of these last weekend, and I did not plan on smoking them for a while, but this morning when my friend gave me one as a gift I took the time to light one up to start my Memorial Day weekend on the right foot.
Upon taking the cigar out of the cello I allowed myself to inhale the rich cocoa aroma that just poured off of this Work Of Art. The cigar glistened with oils and I realized that this was a smoke for the ages. So instead of cutting it right then and there, I tucked it in my shirt pocket and took a short drive to one of my favorite locations in Brooklyn. Upon arriving on Brighton 14th Street with my car overlooking the beach I cut the cigar and was a little disappointed that the draw seemed to be a light tight.
With the ocean a shade of cobalt blue on a unseasonably cool late May morning I lit the cigar up and was quickly taken aback by the leather taste. But that taste was gone as soon as it appeared and was replaced with the taste of apples. As I smoked the first 1/3rd of this beauty the ash was a light gray bordering on white with only the slightest bit of flake. As I approached the end of the 1st 1/3rd of this cigar the taste of cocoa which was so prevalent on the scent of the wrapper finally reached my palate.
The beginning of the second 1/3rd of this cigar was once again invaded by the taste of leather but like it’s predecessor it quickly disappeared. For me this was the best part of the cigar, for the taste of cocoa was also joined by a hint of apple, and a tinge of cinnamon which quickly brought me back to my youth when my dad would make himself a baked apple. I enjoyed this fine smoke while closing my eyes to the memories of a time past, and long forgotten. As this portion of the cigar slowly reached a close I stared out to the beach, that was a stones throw from where my dad and I spent many a summer. The sky was an untouched canvas of blue, the ocean calm. A cargo ship slowly crossed the horizon and I looked up to the heavens smiling to my dad hoping he was looking down upon me…
The bliss of the middle of the cigar was replaced in the final 1/3rd. The cigar became bitter and perhaps it reflected some kind of inner anger that my dad was taken at such a young age. While becoming bitter the end of the cigar did have some positive to it. Enveloped in the bitter taste was the subtleties of toast and steak. The latter I never experienced in a cigar but it is referenced the ICRS (Independent Cigar Rating System by Colin C Ganley) and was considered a common taste.
Afterthoughts: All in all this was a really good cigar. The experience of smoking it was great, and will be cherished for a long time to come. It would of scored about 3-4 points higher for me if it did not become bitter at the end.
Price: A Gift (Retails for about $11.50 at my local B&M)
Rating: 91 (Out of 100)