Wrapper: Nicaraguan Maduro
Binder: Nicaraguan
Filler: Nicaraguan
Size: 5.5 x 52
Strength: Full
Price: $26.00
My cigar received 7 years of naked humidor time.
Tobacco is aged 5 years.
THE WHOLE MEGILLAH:
Not a damn thing wrong with the draw. My PerfecDraw mutters a loud harumph. I brush it aside with my new Xikar punch. It falls to the ground. I laugh. Dr. Rod is askew. I use my slide rule to straighten him. I gotta get new material.
The 1964 No. 85 Maduro is only $24. This cigar is $2 better.
Are the different years only different because of the tobacco aging? Are the leaves from different parts of the plants? I mean…the fuck? Professional reviewers and industry folks are laughing and saying, ‘We know…and you don’t.’ I mean…the fuck.
My massive schnoz can smell the barnyard from across the room. Or as Charlotte says, ‘It smells like shit.’
And there it is…the wonder of Padron’s farming and blending. Instant karma. Big fucking fat notes of dark chocolate, creaminess, black pepper, black cherry, earthly possessions, and tart grapefruit.
Strength wastes not nor wants not. Nearly full tilt as this flight of fancy begins. I wonder if I am becoming a wuss in my elder years. Cigar strength seems to kick my ass more. Tick tock.
The balance kicks in with less than half an inch burned. A gorgeous generic sweetness begins that totally upends the savory start. It’s like having sex in the back seat of a 1960 Pontiac Bonneville for the first time.
How the fuck does Padron take the nevermore leaves of Nicaragua and rise above every other manufacturer? Damn. Imagine if Padron turned their deeds towards righting the evils of mankind. Stairway to Heaven.
A fat richness follows with ¾” burned. Ha. I never read any of my reviews once I’ve hit the publish button. I do remember reviewing several Padrons lately. They were all extreme. I don’t know if this 90 is better but I’m having a fucking good time right now.
OK. I put my lazy bone in check and took a gander. I’ve reviewed the following: Family Reserve No. 95 Maduro (94), 1926 Serie No.90 Natural (100), 1926 Serie 80 Years Natural (98), and the Family Reserve 1964 No. 85 Maduro (97). Clearly, I had a boner for these blends.
Black raisins, licorice, rich black coffee, slightly burned toast, the smell of damp forest moss, clove, and dried pear. Wow. Only 1” burned. 20 minutes.
My crazy ass scores above show that I find these blends a perfect outing for the senses. I don’t use a convoluted rating system that others use…which crack me up by the way. No matter how in depth these systems are, they are still all subjective. Might as well throw a dart at the wall.
‘Regrets in life? That way lies madness’…Faye Dunaway
I think that if my mother’s family had brought me into the fold, I’d have been a good gangster.
A world without ferrets. Comments?
Strength is uber powerful. But not a single hint of nicotine.
Flavors, after sips of water, are streaming like your ass cheeks post-Thai food. A faucet of fawlty towered pre-colonoscopy deluges. The perfect balance continues. Tock Tick.
Not a single godamm criticism.
I saw some written reviews. I didn’t read them. I just scrolled like everyone else. 80’s and low 90’s. Only one review site gave this cigar a deserving 100. Snobs every man jack of them. Either that or the cigars weren’t given the respect of extensive naked humi aging. You just can’t shortcut the process. You hurry a review, then you better have a good godamm reason. Like a super limited blend. Otherwise, fucking wait your turn.
People shouldn’t be so sensitive. Your favorite cigar industry folks are hot messes of insecurity and self-importance. An assassin’s double tap.
I was part of student unrest in the 60’s. I marched for civil rights. I sat-in to protest the war in Vietnam. But I was never a radical. Kids today know nothing about history. Kids today just seem dumb. Thank you TikTok.
The second half soars. An impressive sweet spot begins. New boundaries are broken. I got a boner bigger than my sweet emotions. Bigger than the piano on Layla. Bigger than having a late dinner with Pink Floyd after a show. True dat.
My hands shake as I remove multiple cigar bands. Post coital.
So I was getting a BJ on a bus from a strange girl…
No new flavors. I believe I’ve covered them all. What remains is a beautifully chosen bunch of leaves talking to me.
Sip of coffee. Sip of water. Flavors slam into my palate like a runaway ferret on the thoroughfare. The strength is a man killer. Ha. Loving every second.
With her mouth full, she asked me if she could move in with me…
I haven’t had this much fun, within the margins of two hours, since I discovered what Playboys were good for.
Dark chocolate lava cake, dried dates, espresso, black licorice, candied black walnuts, creamy nougat, orange zest, honeysuckle rose, black pepper, burnt brown sugar, and aged oak barrel.
You ever tire of reading the same flavors over and over. All reviews are interchangeable.
This is a nubber. My PD tool creates a new job for itself.
Rod and I saw the same Doors concert at the Long Beach Arena in 1969. Jerry Lee Lewis opened and was booed off the stage.
I told her I’d think about it. And she never missed a beat.
Extraordinary cigar blend.
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RATING: 100 That’s right…a perfect cigar blend.
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