Review Notes: The wife and I booked a schooner cruise off the coast of Maine and on the way up we stopped off in New Hampshire for provisions. Booze and stogies. Live Free or Die baby! I was in heaven in the huge walk-in humidor there. I’m used to a cabinet-size display at best. I grabbed a handful of cigars I’ve been looking for (and a few I didn’t know I was) and some flavored ones for the wife and we scooted on up the coast to Rockland. I smoked this Perdomo on deck the first day over the misty waters under sail. So as not to disturb the other passengers I had to keep chasing the wind moving from one gunwale of the ship to the other doing my damndest to remain leeward as the captain tacked around the islands. Burn problems others describe were multiplied by the Maine wind, but the flavor was all right for the first half, wood and spice tempered by the salt air. Then came the yaw. It got bland and frankly boring at the halfway point. It tunneled its way deep into a hard-drawing death just before the galley crew rang the bell for supper. Fare-thee-well my sea-going stogie companion.