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Review Notes:
The band on this cigar should have been a hint. Hideous purple and pink, the simple ring bound a wrapper that was as thin as onion skin, slightly mottled, and papery to the touch. The effect of the membranous, filmy wrapper was that of fragility, and that was borne out as I clipped the cap and the head disintegrated. The draw was okay, but the pre light flavor was dusty and plain.
Thin, flat and tinny, the initial inch or so of the cigar offered little in the way of taste, but it was a razor straight burn with a clear white ash. After an inch the flavor morphed, revealing a more reasonable light bodied taste with notes of tea, autumn leaves and lemon grass. Unfortunately this didn’t last, and the cigar returned several times to its nasty initial flavors. A real Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde, the flavor swings were so pronounced it was scary. About a third of the way through, the poor excuse for a wrapper let go like a broken watch spring, literally exploding from the cigar.
I smoked this cigar with a glass of Crystal Light lemonade, and I have to say that the drink was a lot better that the cigar, even with the bitter aftertaste from the artificial sweetener. The papery, burning cardboard laced finish was hard to get rid of, and that trash fire nastiness carried over to the aroma. Gak.
These were super premium cigars during the boom, and that says a lot for the type of stuff the factories were spitting out to meet demand. I don’t think you could get me to smoke another of these on a bet. Not recommended.
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