As you remember from the review of Greg smoking The EGG, we all had a good laugh. I sent Greg The EGG Maduro as a joke smoke. To my dismay “what goes around, comes around.”
I get a box in the mail from Greg, a couple fivers I bought from him. The weight of the box was a bit heavy, and I think to myself “How can ten cigars be this heavy.” I open the box and was greeted by the angry face of Medusa. I literally turn into stone when I gaze upon her wretched face. “Noooooooooo!!!! This cannot be!” There was also a note included with the cigars, it reads “AH HA HA HA HA!! I DOUBLE DOG DARE YA!! POST UP A NIIICE REVIEW! C’MON MAN… CHICKEN?” With a drawing of what seemed to be the devil.
I waited until the last minute to smoke this strange looking cigar. And what do you know, it’s Greg’s birthday. So I say “what the hell, I might as well get this over with.”
I open the box and I see the culebra stuffed between a bunch of stinky tobacco leaves. The surrounding tobacco leaves give off a foul smell of a public urinal. My stomach drops, as does my head. Maybe I should have thought twice to send Greg The EGG.
The cigars have a dark toothy wrapper. There are veins running through like spider webs. There is very little oil to be seen on the intertwined cigars.
As a dare, I would have to smoke all three cigars at once. So I light the feet of the cigars with my triple flame from Xikar. The draw had a bit of air flowing between the cigars, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing with this monster. Even with the airy draw there was plenty of smoke coming through.
I detect cocoa notes with fruity undertones. The burn is very even throughout the whole cigar. What surprised me the most was the fact that all three cigars burned at the same rate. The flavor profile doesn’t change much until half way down. I get a bit of dark tobacco with licorice on the tongue. The sheer size of the culebra made it seem like I was smoking a torch.
Towards the back half of the cigar, I detect an aroma that can only be described as fishy. It isn’t over powering but I can still sense it. The burn is even through the whole session, and the flavors do not change much. After the cigars broke into their indivudual stick I stopped smoking. There is no way I am going to smoke three seperated sticks. It isn’t the worst cigar I have ever smoked, but you won’t see me reaching out to pick one up.
Greg, this is for you brother. Happy birthday, hope you had a good laugh. Oh yeah Jamie, YOU ARE NEXT!!!
I get a box in the mail from Greg, a couple fivers I bought from him. The weight of the box was a bit heavy, and I think to myself “How can ten cigars be this heavy.” I open the box and was greeted by the angry face of Medusa. I literally turn into stone when I gaze upon her wretched face. “Noooooooooo!!!! This cannot be!” There was also a note included with the cigars, it reads “AH HA HA HA HA!! I DOUBLE DOG DARE YA!! POST UP A NIIICE REVIEW! C’MON MAN… CHICKEN?” With a drawing of what seemed to be the devil.
I waited until the last minute to smoke this strange looking cigar. And what do you know, it’s Greg’s birthday. So I say “what the hell, I might as well get this over with.”
I open the box and I see the culebra stuffed between a bunch of stinky tobacco leaves. The surrounding tobacco leaves give off a foul smell of a public urinal. My stomach drops, as does my head. Maybe I should have thought twice to send Greg The EGG.
The cigars have a dark toothy wrapper. There are veins running through like spider webs. There is very little oil to be seen on the intertwined cigars.
As a dare, I would have to smoke all three cigars at once. So I light the feet of the cigars with my triple flame from Xikar. The draw had a bit of air flowing between the cigars, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing with this monster. Even with the airy draw there was plenty of smoke coming through.
I detect cocoa notes with fruity undertones. The burn is very even throughout the whole cigar. What surprised me the most was the fact that all three cigars burned at the same rate. The flavor profile doesn’t change much until half way down. I get a bit of dark tobacco with licorice on the tongue. The sheer size of the culebra made it seem like I was smoking a torch.
Towards the back half of the cigar, I detect an aroma that can only be described as fishy. It isn’t over powering but I can still sense it. The burn is even through the whole session, and the flavors do not change much. After the cigars broke into their indivudual stick I stopped smoking. There is no way I am going to smoke three seperated sticks. It isn’t the worst cigar I have ever smoked, but you won’t see me reaching out to pick one up.
Greg, this is for you brother. Happy birthday, hope you had a good laugh. Oh yeah Jamie, YOU ARE NEXT!!!
