Friday, December 2, 2016

18 Sabbaths - Jas Sum Kral Red Knight - 1st Sabbath

B"H
THE CIGAR
Jas Sum Kral Red Knight
5 x 50 Robusto
Closed-foot, Pig-tailed
w. Ecuadorian Habano
b. Mexican San Andres & Jalapa Seco
f. Undisclosed
Check out my write-up and talkie re: this JSK offering HERE.
This is Serie II of my 18 Sabbaths project. Please read all about it HERE.
I
Big red spices and black to red peppers outta the gate. Sweetness comes up from underneath as the zetz settles... rides on a cloud of creamy leathery stuffs. The burn-line strays to find its own even off an out-doors and closed-foot match lighting. Ah, the ol' closed-foot v Shaggy-foot debate. Does that even exist? It doth in my mind, gentlepersons. Ya see, a closed-foot offers a blast of top-leaf, in theory. In practice, you'll be smoking that same top-leaf all the way to Nubbsville, Daddy-O. Shaggy-footed offerings, humsoever, allow for a potentially interesting peek at fillers alone. So there. Sweetness picks up in a rich cocoa butter note coupled with the JSK familiar maraschino to black cherry liltings. Saddle leather braces, covering the compost and barnyard under-belly. Do I taste manure? Yums.

Draw is an even tension'd medium+ resistance. Smoke is delivered throatily at onset, then smooths to a rich velvet mouth-feel. Excellent moisture level. Slight peppery tongue-tingle. Long-legged finish of a darkly aromatic pipe tobacco core orbited by sweetnesses. Ends cleanly and sans chemical attachment. Ash is pearl white sheath. Toothy shaft burns to silver flecks. Pack stays its pre-light medium+ density against lighting. Seams remain nigh invisible. Burn-line has yet to catch itself up to even, but no woes are foretold.

I get a darker chocolate now. Some molasses, and a burgeoning sarsaparilla underneath a French roasted java note. My wife turns to me sez: "Why are you stressed?" I shalt end the first act on that punch-line, gentlepersons. No set-up.

II
Salt and sugarcane roast together on my cheeks and lips. -Full body. Ditto re: flavors. Strength is a looming-nigh menace. A lion yet to wake? Still, there is ample back-bone to brace quite heady heights. I roll off the entire collected burnt offerings into my $0.99 Walmart ashtray. Dense, cool. Oils, but dried ones. I take the opportunity to draw the next puff into my Dollar Store hand mirror. Nice even combustion twixt fillers and binder -- wrapper may be a tick cooler. Burn is paced well and sees the line evening out, at last. No re-touch. Rye malts emerge. A darker grain -- kasha.

Smoke out-put is just this side of intense. Room-note is driven by that aromatic pipe tobacco with a fruity sweet whisper. Nathan Lane leans into yer ear, "You look great to-day." A roasted meatiness comes on with a load a' cream. Is this thing even kosher? I text my Rabbi and we set a date to meet next week over cigars.

Draw firms up a half-tick but still stays in the same medium+ realm. Smoke-hole satiation ain't adversely affected. Actually, let's call body and flavors now full. Strength is a medium+ and rather calm lo, robust. Pack softens two ticks, seams hold. Line ribbons un-egregiously so. Ash hums along prettily complected as always. Elaborate and of excellent quality -- the band removes sans tsuris.

III
Peppers soften, but are still a thing, verily. French roast to espresso soars with a neat crema atop. Riding shot-gun is a cordial cherry. Earth under-belly pulls into tobacco core richly densely -- sinfully, epis! Toasty smoky. A dark nut comes on, cue Kanye West. It seems to emanate from the earthy bits, wherest perchance it were all-along. Hits cream and then pastes -- adds to over-all chew. Malt hits grain and mimics a bit a' booziness.

I'm a big fan of black and white era TV shows. It was the other blog idea I had before settling on this Shemp's Last Day motif. Alas and happily, here I be. That being said, tho, just this very morning I saw the Petticoat Junction opoening theme. First time. Quite creepy, really. I could delve further, but --

Packing re-firmed at mid-band and makes for a well-constructed nub. Smoke warms but nicely so. A dollop of leathery oils shows me the toothpick, then the door. A quite nice first of 18 Sabbaths Serie II. Already, I am looking forward to the next. I see candle lighting is barely after 4pm... ah, winter. Ah, death. There ya thought I was gonna end on a high-note, gentlepersons. 
EDITOR'S NOTE
Written prior to the Sabbath, automatically posted during. Gut Shabbos and/or Sabbot Shalom, gentlepersons... happy Saturday, goyim.
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