Having let Golfgar's cigar rest with it's buddies in the humidor for a few days, it was finally time to unravel its mystery. So I made myself comfortable on the screened-in deck, slipped under a fleece blanket, cued up some World Cup rugby, and took a closer look at the cigar.
Prelight inspection: The cigar looked well made. The seams where all perfect and tight, and there were no obvious veins. It felt pretty decently filled with only a couple of small soft spots. The wrapper had that yellow mustardy color that I associate with some Cuban cigars. While perhaps a bit hampered by my oncoming cold, a good sniff of the wrapper revealed nothing.
Even the foot was largely scent free, perhaps some light tobacco, but that is it. I think it was safe to rule out this being an Acid. I did take a nibble as I sometimes do, but could only taste the slightest hint of pepper. That rules out nearly every Pete Johnson cigar ever made and for that matter most the Nicaraguen cigars I typically smoke.
Taking a closer look at the head, it appears to have a well made triple cap. At this point I'm really thinking it's going to be a Cuban cigar, or perhaps something Dominican like a Davidoff.
Time to get this mystery lit up, so out come the Xicar and snip, she's ready to go.
The cigar lights easily and with the first puff it releases a good deal of smoke. I'm rewarded with just a slight peppery blast to the tip of my tongue. Maybe some lighter leather as well. The flavors rapidly disappear. It doesn't really coat the tongue or mouth. It's perhaps medium in strength and medium in body.
The pepper recedes into a creamy hay. The burn line is near perfect with only a couple of small waves. The draw is perfect. I settle in and watch New Zealand dismantle the French. Go All Blacks!
The ash continues to build into a pretty grey chimney stack that holds on for about 1.5 inches. The flavors are still subtle, so much that my limited pallet struggles to pick out other notes and let alone figure out how to articulate them. Is that a touch of coffee? Maybe.
The pepper has receded to the point where I'm feeling brave enough to try retrohaling. That gets me nothing new, but also didn't torch my sinuses like the last time I tried to do that. I'm guessing Cuban still. Leather and hay seem to be the main flavors now.
The ash comes off to reveal a pretty little cinder cone. Not sure why, but I always get a little bit of joy whenever that happens.
I let it sit just a smideg too long as I fuss around trying to take photos and am forced to puff a bit to get it going again. That may have been a mistake because just like that the cigar gets a bit harsh. I must have overheated it. I don't know how, I'm only puffing every 45 seconds or so.
I let it cool a bit and things resume like before. However it must have hit one of the soft spots as a little canoe action nearly instantly appears. A little touch up, some more rest and order is restored by the cigar gods. And oh, the rugby gods finally put France out of their misery as time expires. 65-15. It was a staughter. So onto the next match we go.
The pepper flavors return, along with a sort of creamy earth. It's still medium in body, but the strength may have picked up a bit. I'm now paying attention because I've gotten to that final third stage where for some reason some cigars just give me trouble staying lit. She goes out again. Another careful relight. I never know if I'm doing it correctly, but I tend to scrape away the ash and the use the lighter to carefully toast the center and the wrapper. At first I just blow through the cigar to light it before inhaling again.
We are now into the final third. Nice flavors return: more barn, cream and musk. But just like that it gets harsh. Clearly this cigar forces you to smoke it right. There is just no room for error.
The pepper returns. It remains medium bodied. I'm not really feeling much nicotine, but it is there. Scotland versus the Aussies. This is turning into a really good game. There is more of that leather like woodsyness with touches of pepper. I can feel the pepper on the inner lip. But it gets harsh again, so more cooling, and then back to leather and pepper.
And then with the next puff it's going out again. Grrr. I'm going to let it go out for good with about two inches to go. The harshness just won't let up even as I'm being very careful not to overheat it. Is it perhaps still too young? I just don't have enough experience yet to know. Either way it's time to say goodbye.
So in the end I'm really still guessing that it's Cuban. I forgot to measure its length, but I think it was somewhere between 4.75 and 5.5 inches. So given the fuller flavors (for a Cuban) my guess is a Bolivar, Royal Corona. I take a final photo of my notes before the big reveal...
And as the saying goes....close but no cigar. Saint Luis Rey. Right country, but not the correct cigar. I honestly know nothing about this brand and have never had one before. I just looked up the brand on Cigar Terminal to see if I can figure out which one it is and whether my pallet is even in the right ballpark with what I was suppose to taste. Looking at the notes, assuming it was the Serie A, I think I did okay. If was the Regios then I wasn't even close because I shouldn't have been tasting any pepper apparently.
Anyway, I had a blast, even if the cigar got a bit rough near the end. I'm a firm believer that I need to try two of every cigar before deciding whether I like it or not. So many things can impact the experience, and it's not always the fault of the overall blend. And so ends my first review and my first Saint Luis Rey.