THE CIGAR
My Father CigarsLe Bijou 1922
6 1/8 x 52 torpedo box-press
w. Nicaraguan Habano Oscuro (Pelo De Oro)
b./f. Nicaraguan
A full review of this offering can be read HERE.
A K A P L O W I T Z Scale review can be read HERE.
All 18 Sabbaths (& more re: the project) can eventually be read HERE.
This offering and the remaining are courtesy of Cigars City and my mad March Madness skills.
I
Another Sabbath, another Le Bijou 1922. This one has started off in red wine soaked black pepper and gourmet fudge brownie chocolate. Creamy. Composted under-belly has a sweet fruitiness and wooden brace. Dark hardwoods and a burgeoning sweet seasoned cedar. Middling is espresso and cream, not a latte -- separated notes. Texture is a heavy smooth cream and mouth-feel is a soft tingle on perfected moisture. About 3/4" in, heavy floral notes drop into upper middlings. Almost a perfume on the immediate draw's smell/taste. Then, in a pull or two, the espresso and cream are sammich'd by an underneath nuttiness -- a sweet pecan.
Combustion is nifty on a smooth pacing and even line. Ash is white with a singular flake on an other-wise sheath. Draw is a tick firmer than other Sabbaths, but satiates. Packing softened half a tick on lighting, but press and seams hold fast. Room-note has a candied red spice on it. Very dark aromatic tobacco thickly hangs in white clouds. Draw loosens to a medium +. After an inch, burn threatens a wobble. Closes out the first half, insofar as construction, with a re-firming of pack and easier draw. Wobble seems self-correcting. A robust medium in terms of flavors. medium+ body, and a menacing -medium opening strength.
Wine dries sweetly and fruits ripen. Chocolate picks up and it's a Cadbury Fruit and Nut bar. At an inch, the dark aromatic tobacco from the room-note hits the draw. Leathery oils flood into the cream. Aspects of the middling begin to tease complexities as the mingle; their individual nuances hum along and deepen. A seasoning hits the tobacco a couple puffs hence. Rosemary. The first girl I kissed was named Rosemary. Rosemary D'...Something. We were twelve or so. She had a mustache. Rosemary D'Moustache? The dangers of coming of age in an Italian Brooklyn neighborhood. Flavors liquefy to a lush syrup -- woods stay firm and brace. Very leathery and at the opening act's end, meaty.
II
Interesting how the syrupy flavors are in ways more delineated than whenst they was dry. I just took a pull of straight rosemary, which seemed to be drying and accompanied by a nice saltiness which is left behind on my cheeks. Black pepper hasn't been muted, but muffled in the syrup. On the retro-hale, there it is in a boom. Lots of leather too, dry. Nicely cuts the syrup. A new sarsparilla mounts. A Porter vibe. Cream toasts on the draw, and in the mouth is almost again Porter -- a head which heavily laces the glass. Almond slices join in with the pecan. Strength slowly mounts to a medium+ but stays comfy. Full-flavored and high medium+ body mayhaps -full. Meaty -- a beef consomme. Grains -- dark and heavy. The barley fed to gladiators. Perfume'd floral notes get pushed ahead by fruits -- blood red and dark purple drippings.
Burn is even with only an occasional slight ribbon. Draw is now a nigh perfect tick o' tension. Post finish shows a hint of diesel. Purging abates that. Box rounds a decent bit, but affects performance, nil. Tremendous smoke out-put from each end. A heavy tingle sets upon my mouf. Tobacco darkens into the compost. Combustion slows as the final act is set.
III
Verily compost and it's absorbed the wetter notes of red wine and syrup, with half-baked fudgy chocolate in its forefront. Not far beneath is a wood-steered herbal and bready aromatic tobacco with barley grain. Profile is a full/full with a medium+ strength. Very nicely balanced. Rich don't begin to describe it. Espresso seems to hold it all up, and rather high. Perfume laces about. Some cream is lost in profile and in texture due to a bissell further dieseling, purging is recommended.
At nigh band, corners are lost, shaft flattens. Smoke heats up a half-tick as the draw opens to a medium, tho remains comfy. Burn is dead-even. Combustion is a boss, with a silvery burnt offering. Each Sabbath gets better, gentlepersons -- what's not to like?
EDITOR'S NOTE
Written prior to the Sabbath. Gut Shabbos, gentlepersons... happy Saturday, goyim.
L'Shalom
L'Shalom