Kingantz
Growing too fast.
I had planned to put fire to this monstrosity last weekend; however unfortunately came down with a nasty cold that has lasted all week and although feeling better, my taste/smell is still not 100%. Nevertheless, today’s the day! I figured it may be a good thing my senses aren’t quite there. After doing a bit of researching, I found that this is actually called a Jeroboam measuring 10 x 66, so the largest cigar I’ll have smoked.
From what was mentioned, it has about twelve years age and definitely looks it. The light brown wrapper is coarse with small veins running throughout, evidence of some beetle damage as well. There are quite a few soft spots throughout, which I’m thinking may be where the beetles had done some munching in the binder/filler. After punching the cap I find the draw completely open with a rather bland taste, kind of like a cardboard box smells.
I put fire to the foot and at first it smelled like hair burning, quite rancid I’d say; however once the fire became solid and a bit of ash had formed, it was better. I say better in a still not so good sort of way. Taking several quick puffs, I felt a gorge in my throat and had to hold back the lemon pound cake I had just eaten, yes it was just that bad. I let the cigar rest for a bit, mustered up my strength, and then took a draw.
There was no spice to be found on the back of the tongue, the strength of the smoke very mild with the body very light over the palate. No flavor to be found other than slightly sweet; the finish quite bland. So far I was holding my own. The burn was sharp with a light gray ash forming; mild smoke flowed through the open draw in abundance.
About a half inch in was where the popping started and sounded like tiny dry twigs crackling in the fire. There's that gorge in the throat again. As mentioned previously, my smell and taste was a bit off; however not off enough. This thing was terrible with that burning hair smell/taste having returned.
Okay so, I puffed and purged through the first couple inches, tapped off the ash, and suffered on through to about halfway where the ash fell on its own. I held the cigar close to my ear and it sounded like Rice Crispies in milk. This was as far as I could go. Feeling quite nauseated, I put this thing down and simply walked away (more like ran).
Jeroboam. The final frontier. This was the voyage of a madman, an almost two hour mission to endure one of the most awful cigars ever smoked. To seek out new lows in smell and taste. To boldly go where hopefully no man will ever go again. <key theme music>
Happy Halloween everyone!
From what was mentioned, it has about twelve years age and definitely looks it. The light brown wrapper is coarse with small veins running throughout, evidence of some beetle damage as well. There are quite a few soft spots throughout, which I’m thinking may be where the beetles had done some munching in the binder/filler. After punching the cap I find the draw completely open with a rather bland taste, kind of like a cardboard box smells.
I put fire to the foot and at first it smelled like hair burning, quite rancid I’d say; however once the fire became solid and a bit of ash had formed, it was better. I say better in a still not so good sort of way. Taking several quick puffs, I felt a gorge in my throat and had to hold back the lemon pound cake I had just eaten, yes it was just that bad. I let the cigar rest for a bit, mustered up my strength, and then took a draw.
There was no spice to be found on the back of the tongue, the strength of the smoke very mild with the body very light over the palate. No flavor to be found other than slightly sweet; the finish quite bland. So far I was holding my own. The burn was sharp with a light gray ash forming; mild smoke flowed through the open draw in abundance.
About a half inch in was where the popping started and sounded like tiny dry twigs crackling in the fire. There's that gorge in the throat again. As mentioned previously, my smell and taste was a bit off; however not off enough. This thing was terrible with that burning hair smell/taste having returned.
Okay so, I puffed and purged through the first couple inches, tapped off the ash, and suffered on through to about halfway where the ash fell on its own. I held the cigar close to my ear and it sounded like Rice Crispies in milk. This was as far as I could go. Feeling quite nauseated, I put this thing down and simply walked away (more like ran).
Jeroboam. The final frontier. This was the voyage of a madman, an almost two hour mission to endure one of the most awful cigars ever smoked. To seek out new lows in smell and taste. To boldly go where hopefully no man will ever go again. <key theme music>
Happy Halloween everyone!
