Review Notes: Havana Honeys I said that I would give it a second chance, and this was it: I should have known by the cutesy little bumblebee on the end of the tube that this cigar should not be smoked by grown men... but for some reason, I went ahead. At no point could I actually detect even the slightest flavor of honey. Instead, I was overpowered by the taste of stale processed white sugar that sits on the disco patterned counter at the local diner and turns to stone. I would not smoke this cigar again, unless it was at gunpoint.