THE CIGAR
My Father Cigars
Le 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 be read HERE.
This offering and the remaining are courtesy of Cigars City and my mad March Madness skills.
Le 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 be read HERE.
This offering and the remaining are courtesy of Cigars City and my mad March Madness skills.
I
A peck of (black) peppered pumpernickel. Hello. My name is Kaplowitz. Gut Shabbos and welcome to www.kaplowitz.xyz. Your home for cigar reviews and more. Chocolate cream, toasted and toasting. Draw is a slight tensioned medium. Nice red fruits and a hickory tick. Line seems to be evening itself out after an outdoors lighting. Room-note is mainly a sharp compost with aromatic tobacco lilt. Chocolate flexes independently of cream an there's is a flirtation with sinfulness. Pumpernickel softens in texture with a yeasty up-tick. Mouth-feel is building a neat sweet coating of butter on a sweetbitter finish exhibiting lengthening legs. Strength feels ready to pounce. Ripening of fruits... plum forefront.
Ash is white with silver streaks and is a mildly aerated sheath sans flake. Burn has even'd. Draw holds. Packing doth hold too, after a slight softening at torch. Seams seem tight as ever they were, and evenly so. Hickory is toasted nigh sharply but offset by cream. Lots of earth notes -- compost, fertilized top-soil, barnyard. Two of those three things mean, in part, poopy. Sarsaparilla. Grain, toasted. I am pleased with combustion and construction thus far, and am too relieved. There remains a certain sharpness in the toasting and an unsettled strength flitting about. Chocolate is breadier. Lotsa bread grain action herein.
A tick of top-leaf lags and a seam opens alongside that -- I re-touch as I'm keeping this Bijou on a short leash. A band-aid adhesive note flows in, a harbinger of malt. I wait to see to where it attaches -- in another puff or two it goes toward the grain. Chocolate picks it up some, as well. Separately, there's a sweet an sour fruitiness that's new. Cherry then leather. Then --
Burn slows and a few puffs are somewhat tentatively delivered. Pumpernickel flexes. I just killed a huge and juicy spider with a rolled up newspaper, so now I'm cleaning my desk with disinfectant wipes. Espresso flows in rich and syrupy. Tingle up-ticks on my tongue. A vague jalepeno type thing. Caramelized sugar soars into the espresso. Neat mid-point transition, that.
[Coasting period on a slightly quickened pacing.]
Coming to a second act close, seams loosen a hair at char and line wobbles a tick. Strength is shuffling about again and draw fluctuates insofar as satiation. A bit of bit threatens but is side-stepped via purging. Shoulder loosens some. Body ticks downward.
Ash is white with silver streaks and is a mildly aerated sheath sans flake. Burn has even'd. Draw holds. Packing doth hold too, after a slight softening at torch. Seams seem tight as ever they were, and evenly so. Hickory is toasted nigh sharply but offset by cream. Lots of earth notes -- compost, fertilized top-soil, barnyard. Two of those three things mean, in part, poopy. Sarsaparilla. Grain, toasted. I am pleased with combustion and construction thus far, and am too relieved. There remains a certain sharpness in the toasting and an unsettled strength flitting about. Chocolate is breadier. Lotsa bread grain action herein.
A tick of top-leaf lags and a seam opens alongside that -- I re-touch as I'm keeping this Bijou on a short leash. A band-aid adhesive note flows in, a harbinger of malt. I wait to see to where it attaches -- in another puff or two it goes toward the grain. Chocolate picks it up some, as well. Separately, there's a sweet an sour fruitiness that's new. Cherry then leather. Then --
II
That re-touch was well-accepted and the entire opening act is still sitting at the tip of the offering in various shades of pale burnt offerings. Slight flowering by the re-touch site. Seams are tight again. Fruit juice is in the compost. Packing is quite firm. Draw unaltered. Line works on a self-corrective ribbon. Strength seems calmer and at a medium zetz. Body is a medium on a somewhat thinning cream. Flavors? Hm. Medium+. Notes aren't very rounded or fleshed out, but they ride quite high. Chocolate subdues into earthiness and grain forefront. Fruitiness pushes the middlings. Earth wraps around with a leather note to the under-belly. Nicely 'nuff, the adhesive bids fare-thee-well. Chocolate gets a couple ticks more depth. Red wine is sweetly uncorked into the fruits.Burn slows and a few puffs are somewhat tentatively delivered. Pumpernickel flexes. I just killed a huge and juicy spider with a rolled up newspaper, so now I'm cleaning my desk with disinfectant wipes. Espresso flows in rich and syrupy. Tingle up-ticks on my tongue. A vague jalepeno type thing. Caramelized sugar soars into the espresso. Neat mid-point transition, that.
[Coasting period on a slightly quickened pacing.]
Coming to a second act close, seams loosen a hair at char and line wobbles a tick. Strength is shuffling about again and draw fluctuates insofar as satiation. A bit of bit threatens but is side-stepped via purging. Shoulder loosens some. Body ticks downward.
III
Quite tannic. Other than that, not much of a change other than draw and strength fluctuations. I'm finding it difficult to settle into this My Father. Pressing has oval'd out and packing has softened, but all holds and seams are unaffected. Chocolate is suddenly a Cadbury Fruit and Nut bar. Pumpernickel becomes more of a monkey bread with a caramel attachment. Espresso is lovely. Notes soften as some bitey bits bid adeiu. Texture creams more and flavor delineation bleeds together.... mainly nicely. Black pepper has dialed back lest for the retro-hale. Jalepeno says no mas.Very earthy and grain underneath that. Strength stays squirrelly. At the band, oy vey, I'm ready for the nub. Smoke heats some and the finish ends somewhat gruffly. Not an easy smoke, but eventful in large part. Quite demanding in delivery and somewhat in performance, as well. Perhaps coming off of two bad affairs has left its toll on my widdle bwain, gentlepersons.
EDITOR'S NOTE
Written prior to the Sabbath. Gut Shabbos, gentlepersons... happy Saturday, goyim. L'shalom