Review Notes: An “It’s a Boy” cigar I got from the buddy. Soft and mushy. Licked it, sniffed it. Admired it for a couple of weeks. Lit it up one afternoon and sat on the bedroom balcony while I talked to my wife who she sat on the bed. Sweet taste, yummy, reminded me of vanilla coffee. The wife persuaded me to put it down for a while. Well, it went out. But I lit it right back up and burned it right down to my fingertips. The wife’s influence no doubt enhanced the experience score on this one.