Wrapper: Undisclosed
Binder: Undisclosed
Filler: Undisclosed
Strength: Medium/Full
Size: 6 x 52 Toro
Price: $18.00
My cigars received two months of naked humidor time.
BACKGROUND:
For detailed research and context, see my two previous reviews of the Adrian Magnus Imperials and the Adrian Magnus Black Black.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
The draw is as clear as a politician promising the new deal. I rip my PerfecDraw from the sleeping claws of Dr. Rod. And yes, he won’t go home. I tried serving him fish caught fresh from the bountiful and black Lake Michigan. I tried teaching him Esperanto. I tried telling him that we Democrats know what we are doing. I tried reading The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan. And I tried convincing him that my readers love him more than they love their winkies when they are working overtime in the dark recesses of their wife’s quedgie. Nothing worked. I will slip him a Mickey Finn in his Yoo-Hoo and hope he goes back to sleep.
I reviewed the Adrian Magnus Black Black two days ago. A very good cigar. A $26 cigar. Which means this $18 cigar is $8 less good. I also reviewed the Adrian Magnus Imperials three days ago. Another very good outing for AM.
BTW- My zoom one on one herfs are going very well. If you haven’t signed away your inheritance and future earnings, sign up in the comment section of Wanna’ Smoke a Cigar with the Katman. Just kidding. I’m accepting no fees or gratuities for this desperate ploy of an old man seeking redemption for his sins. I need love…hot monkey love.
Well, I’ve done it again. I wasted 277 words without ever saying a fucking thing about the AM Supremos. Wait…now it’s 298 words. Wait…
The wrapper’s aroma of cinnamon and peat moss is intoxicating. Much like the aromatic pungency of my days pitching hay and beaver scat in the 1950’s.
Mucho Delicioso start. The flavors explode with flavor bomb envy: Creamy cinnamon oatmeal, malt, vanilla, honey, a touch of citrus, light coffee, and white pepper.
Lawdy, lawdy…super rich. Can the blend keep its boner up for its entire 6”? This cigar’s aging is only 7 years. Pretty much what it takes for a CAO to make earth contact. Time spent is easily apparent. No hidden clues asking you to find Waldo.
This may be my favorite Adrian Magnus blend. Super rich and Haile Selassie complex.
Flavors calm. Dr. Rod is asleep…finally. Free Fallin’.
Strength is a relaxicating medium. My limps are akimbo. And my appendages lay unadorned.
I now segue into the body fullness of the cigar. Lithe but with extreme fatitude. My tongue darts around my mouth like it is searching for an errant pubic hair. The creaminess of this cigar is otherworldly. Blather on meself says to no one in particular.
You ever wish you could go back to your younger days and correct all the times you spooged in your pants while dry humping Suzie next door? Me neither.
So far, Adrian Magnus is not going to like this review. I’ve only said fuck once…wait.
Charlotte is really sick.
The previous AM sticks I reviewed were very good and stood on their own recognizance in the world of specious blends everywhere. Today’s blend reminds me of a Lampert/Casdagli/HVC/Byron cigar. The blend feels like Dominican/Peruvian/Costa Rican/Ecuadorian/Utah. I’m very partial to these origin countries. They make good stuff for cigars.
Smooth. Ultra Smooth. Outré rich. Nepo baby rich. A juke box hero. A slathered gyro. Earo no mo’…what? I can’t hear you.
I’m full of nonsense this morning. Can’t control contemporaneous behavior. I can’t control my leg says Robert Klein.
I’m sailing on the good motives of the Supremos. Such a leisurely slow roll. This Toro takes its time. I will alert you when I get to the halfway point. Keep punting along the Seine.
I want the Supremos to be a supreme being because the first half is indelible to my criticism. Strength hits medium/full and the swoon begins.
OK. The International Brotherhood of Reviewers states I must say something about the cigar at least every 187 words: Creaminess, malt, cinnamon, sweet brioche, crusty lemon, fried squirrel and moose, did you know that clarabell the clown was captain kangaroo…everyone does, run through the jungle, mushroom, sweet cashew, salty gumshoes, and freshly roasted coffee. Nice.
This is a cigar that demands your attention if you want to get the most from it. The second half becomes a subtler version of its first half. The initial landslide was to wake you the fuck up. The secondary dangler seems to move with lethargy at the helm. Nothing wrong with a good case of lethargy. It lulls you into dumbness. But also an ethereal sense of well-being. That’s the golden ticket.
Great smoke output. Head stares at ceiling while a fly slips into throat causing choking noises. Wouldn’t that be great to see a video reviewer get an airway obstructed?
Perfect alignment of Sweet v. Savory. Textbook balance. This is the cigar that every smoker craves. AM did good. So do I continue on this path of reviewing more Adrian Magnus blends? Dunno.
Uh oh. 1100 words is sneaking up on me.
Brilliant fucking blend. I could suck on this all day. Something I never heard a woman say to me.
Construction is immaculate conception. The burn is an acute angle of 180°.
Don’t you just hate reviews you have to read. What if your ability to scroll is desecrated.
The cigar falls to the ground. The cap is inundated with ash. Wiping a cigar’s tushy is harder than it seems on paper.
What could possibly make you want to smoke a cigar with me. I’m not the slightest bit entertaining.
Strength hits full in the last 2”. I am unable to remove the double cigar bands because my hands are shaking. Great cigar. Name another way you can imitate epilepsy.
The paper titivations are shredded.
Stem to stern, this is a great cigar blend.
You can purchase Adrian Magnus cigars directly from their website. Buy three packs of everything your wife allows.
RATING: 96 Permission to purchase is granted.
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