robbiex0r
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I was in a buying mood, and had some time to myself to do a halfway decent review, so I swung by one of my local shops in search of a quick smoke. I paced back and forth among the shelves pondering the idea of a full bodied cigar. Having tried a stick I received from Joe which had gotten quite spicy on me unexpectedly, I was intrigued by the possibilities and experiences that lay among the cigars with the orange stickers.
Nothing really jumped out at me until I was about to leave, and saw a small sign indicating a “New Premium Cigar”: Cohiba Black Pequenos. “Well,” I thought, “at 4.2x32 and only 2.50, I think I can afford to give this one a go.” I gave the few remaining cigars in the display a few squeezes, settled on one with a consistent feel, and even color, and brought it home.
I got home, prepped my gear, poured a glass of rum (bonus points to whomever can tell which kind) and went to spend some time on the porch. Pen in hand I inspected the dark, veiny wrapper. It was solid, thick and very aromatic.
The cut went alright, being new at this, it wasn’t the greatest, but there wasn’t much loose tobacco, and a quick dry draw proved sufficient.
The lighting was a little slow, likely due to high humidity. Once it got going I gave it a few puffs, and blew out thick clouds of smoke. Even for a breezy night, this smoke hung in the air, swirling fluidly in the damp river valley air. The Pequeno jumped right into an even steady burn as I backed off and let the cherry cool a bit.
The ash fell off about 20 minutes in, but it held very steady for such a small cigar. 10 minutes later I lightly blew into the cigar (don’t ask why) and smoke blew up straight into my right eye. I took a few sips of rum to ease the pain.
I took my time here, slowed down, and absorbed myself into the evening. I paid more attention to what was happening, the sounds that floated through the hazy August air. I saw bats dart across the sky, and fireflies dance and glow in the yard. Black squirrels had taken their walnuts from the tree for the day and were settling in the trees. A cat ran by, crickets chirped, and a person drove slowly by smoking a bowl over their steering wheel.
I noticed that the thick veins in this dark wrapper were still visible in the ash that was reforming. I was impressed. The flavor of this Cohiba was, well, not a knock out. It didn’t grab me and shout in my face, “I’m full bodied!” in a strung out Robin William’s kind of manner. No, it just led me smoothly through the evening, not wowing me, but not disappointing either. This was a stronger smoke than what I’ve had before, but it was also easily managed.
My neighbor with the ankle bracelet came outside, two girls walked past, and one officer of the law drove by on his nightly beat. Smoke rolled off my tongue swirling away into the now dark night. Mmm rum.
At 75% the burn got a little uneven and shortly after the combination of rum and tobacco started to hit me. Each flavor became smoother and more subtle and I rolled through the last few puffs, leaving the cigar on the porch as I went out for the night.
I have to say, I expected more from a maduro, it was not very intimidating. It did have redeeming qualities though, solid construction, flavorful, a little spicy.
It’s worth a try, but not a box.
Nothing really jumped out at me until I was about to leave, and saw a small sign indicating a “New Premium Cigar”: Cohiba Black Pequenos. “Well,” I thought, “at 4.2x32 and only 2.50, I think I can afford to give this one a go.” I gave the few remaining cigars in the display a few squeezes, settled on one with a consistent feel, and even color, and brought it home.
I got home, prepped my gear, poured a glass of rum (bonus points to whomever can tell which kind) and went to spend some time on the porch. Pen in hand I inspected the dark, veiny wrapper. It was solid, thick and very aromatic.
The cut went alright, being new at this, it wasn’t the greatest, but there wasn’t much loose tobacco, and a quick dry draw proved sufficient.
The lighting was a little slow, likely due to high humidity. Once it got going I gave it a few puffs, and blew out thick clouds of smoke. Even for a breezy night, this smoke hung in the air, swirling fluidly in the damp river valley air. The Pequeno jumped right into an even steady burn as I backed off and let the cherry cool a bit.
The ash fell off about 20 minutes in, but it held very steady for such a small cigar. 10 minutes later I lightly blew into the cigar (don’t ask why) and smoke blew up straight into my right eye. I took a few sips of rum to ease the pain.
I took my time here, slowed down, and absorbed myself into the evening. I paid more attention to what was happening, the sounds that floated through the hazy August air. I saw bats dart across the sky, and fireflies dance and glow in the yard. Black squirrels had taken their walnuts from the tree for the day and were settling in the trees. A cat ran by, crickets chirped, and a person drove slowly by smoking a bowl over their steering wheel.
I noticed that the thick veins in this dark wrapper were still visible in the ash that was reforming. I was impressed. The flavor of this Cohiba was, well, not a knock out. It didn’t grab me and shout in my face, “I’m full bodied!” in a strung out Robin William’s kind of manner. No, it just led me smoothly through the evening, not wowing me, but not disappointing either. This was a stronger smoke than what I’ve had before, but it was also easily managed.
My neighbor with the ankle bracelet came outside, two girls walked past, and one officer of the law drove by on his nightly beat. Smoke rolled off my tongue swirling away into the now dark night. Mmm rum.
At 75% the burn got a little uneven and shortly after the combination of rum and tobacco started to hit me. Each flavor became smoother and more subtle and I rolled through the last few puffs, leaving the cigar on the porch as I went out for the night.
I have to say, I expected more from a maduro, it was not very intimidating. It did have redeeming qualities though, solid construction, flavorful, a little spicy.
It’s worth a try, but not a box.
