THE CIGAR
Ave Maria ArgentumMorning Star
5 x 58 Perfecto
w. Ecuadorian Habano
b. Nicaraguan
f. Nicaraguan & Honduran
&
THE ACCOMPANYING LIBATION
Coffee (home brewed, pour-over method)Starbucks Pike Place + packet of Stevia
Herein the Ave Maria: fruit nectar. Cedar. Coffee. Animal feces buried in darkly sweet compost. Sounds like a great cold draw, no? Yes. Very of that darkly sweet on lighting. A fruity, not cakey, dessert. Red pepper and roasted nuts come up at a half-inch into the AJ Fernandez cigar offering. Backing is of the poopy compost, gentlepersons. Whom/whatsoever doth poopied, sure took in a lot of fruit, prior. Very high backing and soaring top and middling notes. Decadent, really. Even burn, very smoky out-put off foot and into smoke-hole. Draw is silky and fully satiatingly even. That backing is so high, as to steer the primary notes of creamy seasoned cedar and fruits. Rich cocoa comes into the middlings of coffee and nuts. Middling is topped by red pepper. So smooth is the delivery, I believe the strength is threatening to tuchus me, but I cannot be for certain, gentlepersons. Profile itself is -full and gearing up.
Leaving monies of immediacy aside, the return-on-investment here is good for Mr. Wilder. He gets a nice 'nuff payday (as does his hometown of Birmingham via its City Council) off an easy 'nuff foe. Plus keeps eyes on the road as well as hands upon the wheel to an on the nigh looming horizon Tyson Fury (25-0-0&18) match. Will Mr. Fury, the current Heavyweight King prevail in order to meet that horizon? I certainly hope not to see the Crown re-enter its Eastern European slumber. I do feel better about his odds after seeing the unemotional Klitschko, become now emotional.
Fury disassembles Wilder in-ring -- but the press conferences pre-that, light up the mainstream. Good for boxing, that. I like boxing. As to this Morning Star, ash is marbled pale grey to nigh charcoal with some ticks of silver that actually, I kid ya not, sparkle. A sheath has failed and is now tight yet uneven ladder-rungs. Draw is marvelous. For each sip, ya get three glugs worth of smooth rich smoke. Cocoa flies high and pulls along the other notes. I feel as though I'm a lil birdie.
Leather too is flung into the Ave Maria and enters into the low middling. Cereal grain comes in at about the same level, with a malt attachment. Oats, really. Earthen under-belly gets a peat addition. Moist, without being damp. Perfect mouth-feel. Cream is toasting and red pepper leaves a kindly tongue-tingle. I expected the profile to lunge up to a full, but it stays where it started at -full. I'm guessing on account of its smoov delivery. This is a real treat... I can't wait to give this smoke a full write-up in this Morning Star vitola as I did its Reconquista sibling.
I made mention of crossroads, gentlepersons. If the road chosen by or mayhaps for Mr. Provodnikov ends a quarter-mile up ahead. Mr. Molina's chosen road goes further -- but only an additional quarter-mile, tops. Molina simply does not have a sustainable plan nor energy well, here.
Ash is a rock, burn-line nigh dead-even. There has been not the least bit of loosening insofar as pack density. Draw is a marvel. I'm becoming a huge fan of Mr. AJ Fernandez -- if 5'10, 170 can ever be seen as huge outside of a jockey clubhouse. The flavors smooth out even further and the profile lowers a bit in its spikings, but linear it doth not approach. The fruits do dial back a tick, and a somewhat death by chocolate affair takes hold, but cleanly so. A switch from fruit to cake dessertings. Smoke out-put is a frenzy -- if a frenzy could ever be calm, as well. Shaft and mouth-feel oil up in buttery creamy goodness. This stick seems like it might have a caloric count. I'm almost chewing the smoke. It's chewy, but in a soft and luxurious manner, not in a meaty sorta way. In a nod toward my pairing of coffee -- Pike Place via Starbucks: It could have used a quad of espresso to brace.
KELL BROOK V JESSIE VARGAS CONFIRMED
Not a lot to scribe on about here insofar as the cigar in my lips, gentlepersons. Strength spikes and then evens. Nuttiness comes up a notch, a darkly roasted thing which stands on the back of the now espresso note. This Ave Maria can really Calgon ya away, gentlepersons -- I almost regret having writ through it. I'd have mayhaps rathered to fan it and feed it grapes one by one as it burned. Peeled grapes, natch. Nub softens a tick in my lips, some salt is there, as well. No change in draw and at an inch left, I can dangle it as mentioned and its smoke irritates none at all. I've long since abandoned my accompanying libation -- an ace don't need no co-pilot.
I shall suffice here to share a quick glimpse as to what I see of each man, and for later save the wordy handicappings and predictings stuffs.
Mr. Kell Brook (36-0-0&25) sees heapings of praise heaped upon him and I personally feel as though we need to see him tested just a tick more before we continue our shoveling. Mr. Jessie Vargas (27-1-0&10) is a fellow whom does much more than he should, with what he got given. If styles make fights is a truth, and it is -- I would add to this that a fight is a test. Whom here is being tested? One should ask in deciphering a possible outcome. The one being tested must be seen as being at a disadvantage.
Vargas has proved all and too has passed many a test simply by being here. By being on this stage with limited physical abilities and hours in the gym working hard to hone what it is he got. Mr. Brook, transversely, is supremely gifted and vastly hath lived off that. Is this, then, a man up to a test? Maybe... but it won't be an easy bit of multiple choice. Tricky business, this. The favorite is very possibly not who might be seen as such, all things considered. If Vargas hit just a tick harder, this'd almost be a no-brainer. OK, two ticks.
