Review Notes: I performed an incredibly daft conversion calculation of USD for Pesos and ended up standing there in front of the counter with a freshly cut cigar eager to get this one back to the balcony to light up when the pretty senorita informed me in a charming accent that I wasn’t getting this my first personally-purchased Cuban at a steal for roughly two fifty but that I was going to pay $22 USD for it with no chance of putting it back in the humidor because in my passion I had already taken advantage of the gift shop’s guillotine. Oh the sacrifice, oh the whales, oh the sandy beach, oh the poor burn on my virgin Habbana. Wonderful heft, feel and appearance with a very unique taste. It just wouldn’t cooperate with me. And after a long day of sun cervezas massage and surf I didn’t have the patience. Half of it went to waste. Que lastima.