Lumberg
Opus Lover
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The challenge is, will I smoke it all the way?
To find out the result, read on....
Well I decided to smoke one more cigar tonight so I made up the excuse of going to the store to replace the candy bar I ate of my roommate's. Yeah it's 8 degrees out, who cares, I was out in 3 degree weather this am and it wasn't so bad! Plus the nicotine keeps you warm! So I wanted a cigar that wouldn't be wasted on a cold night. Nestled right on top of the cigars in my humidor were the 2 La Finca Coronas that were so generously gifted to me by a fellow BOTL from here on CPass (name witheld to protect the innocent). Ok, granted, it was because I had expressed an interest since it showed up on lots of peoples' "Hate" lists in a recent thread.
I figured they had been resting long enough and it was time to find out what the mystique was all about.
My humi is at a hair under 70%, let's call it 69, I had PG in there and switched to 65% Climmax beads yesterday and they are taking their sweet time regulating the RH. So I pulled out a La Finca and punched the head. Right away the draw seemed tight, so I tried really plunging the punch deep. No dice. Ah well I was getting a draught so I went with it. I lit it up right as I stepped outside and gave it a few good healthy puffs to get it going. To my surprise, it produced plenty of smoke.
As I started walking and puffing, I realized that this is not one of those cigars that you can puff fast on. There is something about the smoke that your mouth just doesn't want multiple puffs per minute. Almost like I subconsciously realized the smoke was toxic and I could only take so much. Not like a fine cigar that you can get away with puffing more frequently, cos you love the flavor so much.
The flavor was sickly sweet in a not entirely unpleasant way but not fantastic either. As I puffed, I felt a little anxious. This cigar was the opposite of smooth. When I think of smooth in a cigar, to me it means it's strong, but kind of guides you to the hights of a nice nicotine rush without harshing you out. This was getting me all weirded out without the pleasure.
By now I am over halfway to the store and maybe 10 puffs into the cigar. As I kept puffing, I started to put a finger on the "sickly sweet taste." Then I realized the cigar tasted like some kind of liquor. Brandy....no....scotch. The cigar tasted like scotch. And I don't mean Chivas Regal or Balvenie or one of those fancy ones. This tasted like the first time you took a taste of daddy's drink and was like "WAUGH!"
Anyways I made a cel phone call to kind of forestall the further puffing while I was waiting to cross a major intersection. I maybe took 3 more puffs in the parking lot of the supermarket and then I was there. The cigar was producing less smoke and went out right as I arrived.
The door was locked. I had arrived after midnight. Ah well. I picked up the cigar from the cigarette butt thing where I had placed and broke it in half. Sometimes I like to do a post-mortem on my cigars. Snapped right in two and I saw either a twig or a giant vein in the filler. I fertilized the parking lot with the remains of this sucker and walked back home.
Overall I don't feel like "why oh why did I put myself through that, it was awful," but I definitely won't be seeking these out anytime soon.
As for the fate of the other La Finca, I got one word for ya: moocher.
To find out the result, read on....
Well I decided to smoke one more cigar tonight so I made up the excuse of going to the store to replace the candy bar I ate of my roommate's. Yeah it's 8 degrees out, who cares, I was out in 3 degree weather this am and it wasn't so bad! Plus the nicotine keeps you warm! So I wanted a cigar that wouldn't be wasted on a cold night. Nestled right on top of the cigars in my humidor were the 2 La Finca Coronas that were so generously gifted to me by a fellow BOTL from here on CPass (name witheld to protect the innocent). Ok, granted, it was because I had expressed an interest since it showed up on lots of peoples' "Hate" lists in a recent thread.
I figured they had been resting long enough and it was time to find out what the mystique was all about.
My humi is at a hair under 70%, let's call it 69, I had PG in there and switched to 65% Climmax beads yesterday and they are taking their sweet time regulating the RH. So I pulled out a La Finca and punched the head. Right away the draw seemed tight, so I tried really plunging the punch deep. No dice. Ah well I was getting a draught so I went with it. I lit it up right as I stepped outside and gave it a few good healthy puffs to get it going. To my surprise, it produced plenty of smoke.
As I started walking and puffing, I realized that this is not one of those cigars that you can puff fast on. There is something about the smoke that your mouth just doesn't want multiple puffs per minute. Almost like I subconsciously realized the smoke was toxic and I could only take so much. Not like a fine cigar that you can get away with puffing more frequently, cos you love the flavor so much.
The flavor was sickly sweet in a not entirely unpleasant way but not fantastic either. As I puffed, I felt a little anxious. This cigar was the opposite of smooth. When I think of smooth in a cigar, to me it means it's strong, but kind of guides you to the hights of a nice nicotine rush without harshing you out. This was getting me all weirded out without the pleasure.
By now I am over halfway to the store and maybe 10 puffs into the cigar. As I kept puffing, I started to put a finger on the "sickly sweet taste." Then I realized the cigar tasted like some kind of liquor. Brandy....no....scotch. The cigar tasted like scotch. And I don't mean Chivas Regal or Balvenie or one of those fancy ones. This tasted like the first time you took a taste of daddy's drink and was like "WAUGH!"
Anyways I made a cel phone call to kind of forestall the further puffing while I was waiting to cross a major intersection. I maybe took 3 more puffs in the parking lot of the supermarket and then I was there. The cigar was producing less smoke and went out right as I arrived.
The door was locked. I had arrived after midnight. Ah well. I picked up the cigar from the cigarette butt thing where I had placed and broke it in half. Sometimes I like to do a post-mortem on my cigars. Snapped right in two and I saw either a twig or a giant vein in the filler. I fertilized the parking lot with the remains of this sucker and walked back home.
Overall I don't feel like "why oh why did I put myself through that, it was awful," but I definitely won't be seeking these out anytime soon.
As for the fate of the other La Finca, I got one word for ya: moocher.
