Review Notes: Pulled this beautiful specimen out of the humidor after aging for a month and lit it up out on the back patio while I was constructing a portable fire pit. I took a few puffs on it and thought it was going to be a tremendous cigar. Tasted like burnt almonds, scalded caramel and sweet and hardy tobacco, and the smoke scent was delicious. Wow! I sat it down and started bolting pieces together. I left the cigar alone for maybe 90 seconds and shuffled back to it and took a draw. Nothing. Out. Rats. Lit it up again. Took some long strong pulls on it, got it going nice and rosy again; taste was not as endearing this time but not offensive by any means, knew it would recover. Thought to myself, gonna have to keep an eye on this one; she’s special. Sat it down for maybe a minute, picked it back up took a draw. Nothing. Out cold. Lit it again. Flavor starting to get smoky now, eying it, picking it up to puff, losing nuts and washers and patience, puff it, puff puff puff hot, sit it down. Connect a quick leg of the fireplace, pick it back up. Out. Think of enlisting the wife as a surrogate drawer. Naa. Leave it. Finish the fireplace, light a fire, light the Punch back up, open a pale ale. Sip, puff, sip, puff, stir the logs, sip, puff. Out. Toss it on the fire.