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Review Notes:
I don't know if Donald Trump smokes cigars...I imagine he does since he obviously doesn't want anyone to enjoy the trappings of success more than himself. So, let's say Trump smokes cigars and his taste in that department is impeccable, you know the polar opposite of his taste in things hirstute. Getting to the point: Even with Donald Trump's immense wealth he cannot smoke better than the Padron Series 1926 Anniverary Maduro #1 that I'm enjoying now.
When you open the #1's box you immediately experience a sensory rush: the beautiful boxed press ultra dark wrapper, the deep and sweet woodiness with touches of candy and leather smell, and the very understated and elegant no-nonsense presentation of a class label and simple box. Speaking of boxes, how many times has an inferior product been thrown out in the market in a box that obviously more care, time, imagination, and money was spent on than the actual POS cigars in the box? Padron takes their cigars seriously and they never ship them in ridiculous boxes even though their quality is on par with, say, a gold-plated humidor! The effort here is all in the tobacco where, obviously, everything from seed, drying, fermenting, and aging has been done to a high degree of perfection. This cigar is absolutely the equal, if not better, than any Cuban I've ever experienced. The #1 is expensive and, for once, you get what you pay for.
Waxing glorious is easy to do for a product that delivers. The #1 delivers complex tastes of chocolate/mocha, roasted nut, sweet caramel, dry wood, and earthy leather with spice and anise that weave in and out while the order of all the aforementioned tastes take their turn in precedence. Great complexity evidenced by the many flavors that are strong yet round and never bitter or too dimensional. Whats more you get a burn that is impeccable and long. This is final piece of the Padron art...You pay for more and, by golly, you get more...in both enjoyable flavor and time of enjoyment. Recommended when you splurge for that special smoke in which you don't want any excuses, just the finest money can buy.
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