Thursday, July 29, 2021

DAV Cigars Series A in Review

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DAV Cigars Series A in Review

WRAPPER: Cameroon
BINDER: Dominican
FILLER: Dominican, Brazilian, Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Toro
ORIGIN: Remembranza Factory, Dominican Republic
INTENSITY: Medium/Med.-full

NOTES:
Apple butter | Cedar | Lemon meringue

What spices go in Apple Butter? According to the internet cinnamon, allspice, and cloves are recurring bits. I'll buy that as part of this. Buttery yet firm cedar braces well, delineating kindly-so. The bouncer who wants to talk you into going home. Lemon meringue clings sweetly but not cloyingly to the cheeks. White and pink peppercorn brisk it all up. 

Pink peppercorn? Think black pepper but milder, brighter, and fruitier. It's really the Stephen Frye of pepper. Further back on the palate exists some vacancies. Slight milk chocolate, a bit of a chicken coop (which dips into terra cotta under-belly), some brown sugar. Honey is hinted at. Finishes long, sweet, and clean. On the far-end is a lip-smacking umami flavor. Friggin' yummy.

Construction-wise there are some flaws, albeit none too egregious. Flaky ash. Softening of pack along with particular soft-spots. However, the draw is smooth and EZ, seams hold... but the cap does squishy-some. Quite a smoky thing, this culminating in a sweet leathery room-note. Leather becomes flavor, then taste, via progression. It burns a tick-quick thru the first-half, then slows. A lovely brunch.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: A-
BURN: B+
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59

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Wednesday, July 28, 2021

A Timeline of The History of Matches (Matchsticks)

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A Timeline of The History of Matches (Matchsticks) 

577AD China. Small sulfur-tipped slats of pinewood are later reported to be seen used by "impoverished court ladies" during the earlier conquest of Northern Qi.

950AD China. From a book by Tao Gu, The Records of the Unworldly and the Strange "If there occurs an emergency at night, it may take some time to make a light to light a lamp. But an ingenious man devised the system of impregnating little sticks of pinewood with sulfur and storing them ready for use. At the slightest touch of fire, they burst into flame. One gets a little flame like an ear of corn. This marvelous thing was formerly called a "light-bringing slave," but afterward when it became an article of commerce its name was changed to 'fire inch-stick.'"+ 

1669 German Physician and Alchemist Hennig Brand discovers the flammable nature of phosphorus.

1680s Irish physicist "Robert Boyle and his assistant, Ambrose Godfrey, continued these [phosphorus] experiments ... but their efforts did not produce practical and inexpensive methods for generating fires."++ 

1805 Parisian Assistant Professor (to Louis Jacques Thénard) Jean Chancel, invents the first modern self-lighting match. Secret spices include potassium chlorate, sulfur, gum arabic, and sugar. Ignition occurs via dipping the head in an asbestos-lined bottle filled with sulfuric acid. It was both an expensive & dangerous proposition. 

1826 John Walker of Stockton-on-Tees, England, a chemist, and druggist, invents the friction match.

1828 Samuel Jones of London patents his Promethean Match. The rig was thus: "a small glass capsule containing a chemical composition of sulfuric acid colored with indigo and coated on the exterior with potassium chlorate, all of which was wrapped up in rolls of paper. The immediate ignition of this particular form of a match was achieved by crushing the capsule with a pair of pliers, mixing and releasing the ingredients in order for it to become alight."+++

1829 Scottish inventor Sir Isaac Holden improves Walker's match. Holden fails to patent this match, but one Samuel Jones does not--running to the patent office with a 'similar' thing. These 'similar' things were shortly sold as Lucifer Matches. They're violent, unsteady, and stink to the high heavens.

1830 Frenchman Charles Sauria substitutes white phosphorus for the antimony sulfide; thus replacing Lucifers.

1832 Englishman William Newton patents the "wax vesta." Wherein a phosphorus tip stood at the end of a wax-covered cotton thread stem.

1832 Samuel Jones introduces fuzees for lighting cigars and pipes. 

1836 American Alonzo Dwight Phillips of Springfield, Massachusetts, garners the first US patent for the phosphorus friction match.

1836 Savaresse and Merckel manufacture and sell versions of WaxVestas marketed as "candle matches"

1839 Back to America, a similar invention to SJ's fuzees was patented by John Hucks Stevens.

[NOTE: fusee (also fuzee) A large-headed match capable of staying lit in strong wind.++++]

1839 American John Hucks Stevens patents a safety version of the friction match. He is seen as the inventor of the wooden match as we know it.

1843 William Ashgard replaces the sulfur with beeswax. IT SMELLS BETTER.

1844 in Sweden, Gustaf Erik Pasch patents the world's first true safety match, using a specially-designed striking surface. Essentially, some chemicals are in the match head, some separate yet equally needed ones are in the striking surface. They complete each other. It's kinda sexy.

1862 Charles W. Smith replaces beeswax with Paraffin. "Parlor matches" are born.

1870 Everyone and their cousin seems to begin fireproofing the splints with fire-retardant chemicals such as alum, sodium silicate, and/or other salts. These begin to be referred to as "drunkard's matches," because now fumbling is less painful, Rummy.

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What you are about to read would not be at all, if not for my initial dalliance into matchstick art--models to be precise. You can read On Pat Acton, Matchstick Marvels, & the Art (& History) of Matchstick Models if you'd like. In that write-up, you'd read: "EDITOR'S NOTE: (7/19) This post was edited at 2:43am after it was published at 12:01am containing a slight error in matchstick history."

Suffice to say, It was glaringly apparent that I needed to bone up on my match & matchstick histories. Matches and matchsticks... for our purposes here, please consider them one-in-the-same as we will not be making mention of paper matches--which are useless for tobacco purposes outside of cigarettes. 

Also, since this is a premium tobacco blog first & foremost, I must say that a match(stick) is a fine way to light both cigars & pipes. One thing to bear in mind is to strike then let the flame settle; allowing for the burning-off of chemicals on the match head which might adversely affect tastes, flavors, and smells. Think of it as lighting up with the wood, as if it's a miniature spill.

Another note bearing mention is that attempting to light a match out-of-doors, particularly for a tobacco amount of time, really does show you how breezy it just about always is. It's a lot like how riding a bicycle will show you how un-flat roads are. Here's a quote from Ernest Hemingway: “It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them."

If you're a soft flame proponent such as I, take a Bic or Djeep outside with you. No sweat. But we are here for the promised "A Timeline of The History of Matches," so I must digress. As a matter of fact--digress nothing--I'll simply plug the timeline right atop all of this so you'll see it immediately. This is in case it's some sort of scholarly or at least inquisitive emergency which has brought you here.

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FOOTNOTES

+Needham, Joseph (1 January 1962). Science and Civilization in China: Volume 4, Physics and Physical Technology; Part 1, Physics. Cambridge University Press. pp. 70–71

++Carlisle, Rodney (2004). Scientific American Inventions and Discoveries

+++Wikipedia, wikipedia.org/wiki/Match

++++ Lexico, https://www.lexico.com/en/definition/fusee  

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

AJ Fernandez New World Puro Especial in Review

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AJ Fernandez New World Puro Especial in Review

WRAPPER: Nicaraguan Habano
BINDER: Nicaraguan Habano
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Robusto
ORIGIN: Tabacalera A.J. Fernandez, Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Black pepper | Red spices | Chocolate

Hyper-focused & steadfast. Purposeful. Almost aggressively-so but not quite, somehow. Dark toasted grains form the stage. The spotlight shines on pepper-spices. Black peppercorn w/ cayenne accompaniment. Chili & jerk seasonings. Braced by an oaken note which at times is wine cask, particularly more-so via progression. 

The lone cushion this blend is pushin' is powdered cocoa, unsweetened but fluffy-smooth. Offers a spot in which more primary notes can embed themselves, develop nuances. So nuanced, but shy of complex per se. Thru the retro-hale is an amped-up spiciness that settles to the palate in a blackstrap molasses manner. Nice. Final third intros a B I G dose of leather. Some edges there, not abrasively. 

Performs all-around admirably. Ash grows solid, draw pulls smooth. Burn-line is razor-tin and almost nuts-even. Seams do listen a hair-tick ahead of char but barely & not always. Smoke out-put is heavy shy of over-bearing, culminates n an aroma then room-note of surprising sweet-savory quality. Anise is there, a bar of separate dark chocolate... these flavors become tastes* in the second half.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: A-
BURN: A
BUILD: A-

FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59

*just me, foreshadowing** a write-up I have in the works, discussing the difference between taste & flavor. **or perhaps post-shadowing? Not sure when this will post. I only work here. 

Monday, July 26, 2021

PROGRAMMING NOTE: NEW SHOW: Kaplowitz To-day | Daily Mon-Fri Podcast

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PROGRAMMING NOTE: NEW SHOW:
Kaplowitz To-day | Daily Mon-Fri Podcast

For the skinny CLICK HERE.

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Kaplowitz Media. Cigars of the Month (July 2021)

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Kaplowitz Media. Cigars of the Month (July 2021)
[Names are links to full reviews]

Cedar | Potting soil | Dark chocolate
A-

Cola | Semi-sweet chocolate | Cherry spiced rum
A-

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Thursday, July 22, 2021

Rocky Patel Cigars 20th Anniversary in Review

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Rocky Patel Cigars 20th Anniversary in Review

WRAPPER: Honduran
BINDER: Honduran
FILLER: Honduran, Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Gordo (660) "Sixty"
ORIGIN: Honduras
INTENSITY: Medium

NOTES:
Spices | Chocolate soda | Cedar leaves

Spice-forward but not in 'bomb' fashion--more in a dusty amalgamation lacking delineation sorta manner. Orange and red stuffs. Some saffron peeks out half-interestingly. Not a lot of pepper on the draw, some red on the retro. Espresso is hinted at, an empty demitasse cup vibe. Chocolate gets into the compost underbelly in a watery way; leather gets enveloped/lost in spice. 

Lots of little almosts make for a larger complexity of Almost. Sweet cedar vegetation gets added in the 2/3 but fails at offering structure. A blend that hints at beef broth then serves boiled water. Not bad just somewhat flat, and at this size begins to border on tedium. Smokeablity is akin to Bud Light's drinkability--if not its 'crushability.' Pleasant, only nearly interesting, but well shy of moreish.

Performs admirably 'nuff. Excellent draw, moderate ash-build. Burns on a slight wobble which self-corrects. Top-leaf is fragile-some; a bit of teeny cosmetic-only crackling occurs. Lacks oils in both mitt and mouf. Nice smoke out-put with sweet-leather aroma and slight spice kick. "How's that cigar?" "Good. I think I'll finish it later." That, in a nutshell. A thin pecan nutshell.

TASTE: B+
DRAW: A-
BURN: B+
BUILD: B

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59

Other Rocky Patel reviews:

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Wednesday, July 21, 2021

The Haunted Bookshop by Christopher Morley | A Book Review

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TITLE: The Haunted Bookshop
AUTHOR: Christopher Morley
GENRE: Thriller, Mystery, Bibliomystery

PUBLISHER: Grosset & Dunlap
RELEASE: 1919
PAGES: 289

Must I say *SPOILERS AHEAD* in regards to a book with its 100th birthday in its rear-view? 

Fine.

In this sequel to 1917's Parnassus on Wheels, we again meet up with Roger Mifflin, a used bookseller Brooklynite. A man whose character is developed via a series of mainly book-centric at times house kitchen-centric mini-manifesto soliloquies of philosophical lilt. Another way we get to further know the ginger fireplug is an off-shoot of those book-related diatribes in which he rattles off book & author after book & author in a charming way which first might require you to take a few steps back. Rain Man territory.

But know him well, we do, unless we are the character of a young advertising man named Aubrey Gilbert, who leaps straight-away post-haste into putting Roger in league with ze Germans. This rather odd plunge can I suppose be written-off by Aubrey's distractable infatuation with Roger's apprentice, one Titania Chapman. She's the daughter of a ::: very ::: wealthy daddy who makes Parnassus on Wheels Roger's dream-come-true. Only after Roger decks Aubrey, and a German Pharmacist and Assistant Chef have their own dreams of killing President Wilson blow up in their faces.

The ad-man and apprentice live happily-ever-after AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY BOCK HAD TO FUCKING DIE. The plot is a page-turner, simply done. I've cited the issue I had in Aubrey's personal red-herring reach. Also, I wonder if I'd find Roger's elongated thoughts upon thoughts upon thoughts so darned charming if I didn't agree at every step; as I admired his chimney-smoking corn cob pipe puffings. I just like the little weirdo. He's loveably lovely, as is his Mrs.--who tethers him quite well. Of note, the mood set in this (not literally haunted) bookshop is pretty much my own idea of heaven.

Of more cringy note which is no fault of Morley's, he's blissfully unaware that the end of WWI leads to the onset of WWII, as this not so super suspenseful suspense novel lives in that in-between period. I feel as though I may be giving the reader the idea I didn't like this book. This is not true--I quite did--but also see its flaws and my own (again) bias towards Mr. Mifflin. I'd give my favorite clay pipe to sit in on a meeting of his Corn Cob Club. I have this thing Wednesday evenings but all others I'm free. In closing, fuck Jeff Bezos.

3/5 stars.

PS: As many of you know, Cornell & Diehl has long-offered its now classic Haunted Bookshop pipe tobacco blend, which I reviewed at this ((( link ))).

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Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Micallef Cigars Grande Bold Maduro in Review

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Micallef Cigars Grande Bold Maduro in Review

WRAPPER: Ecuadorian
BINDER: Nicaraguan
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Robusto (552)
ORIGIN: Nicaragua
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Cedar | Potting soil | Dark chocolate

Welcome to the cedar show; toasty and enveloped in vegetal tidings. Dark and lively-alive there, and ditto at to earthen notes of densely packed potting soil. Sweetness is both inherent in the underbelly of the earthiness and in a distinct dark chocolate note. A bit kicky of a blend, particularly if not smoked slowly SMOKE SLOWLY or it overheats. Scans something like cocksure. Overly definitive, maybe. 

Black & white peppercorns register on the retro-hale but sans accompanying spices--giving the profile a lack of depth there. Untethered, say. Not as smooth as I would have imagined. Patent leather savoriness develops in a salty corner of the soil, simply-so. Balanced nicely if not in a rudimentary manner. At a tick shy of mid-point, chocolate devolves into cocoa and folds into the earth. A nod toward anise happens next.

Operates without complaint but also unspectacularly--workmanlike. Decent. Draw, ash, roll, are all decent in exhibition and perhaps decent plus, even. Mainly just decent. Char is razor-thin and on a hiccup-y tho self-correcting line. Burns long and slow (if you show it who's boss) and packs 90mins of sand into an hourglass. All told, quite serviceable an offering. One which flirts with being unkind or at least dominating. Grades higher than it smokes.

TASTE: B
DRAW: A-
BURN: B+
BUILD: A

FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59

Other Micallef review:

Monday, July 19, 2021

On Pat Acton, Matchstick Marvels, & the Art (& History) of Matchstick Models

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On Pat Acton, Matchstick Marvels, & the Art (& History) of Matchstick Models

The cigarette lighter was invented by Johann Wolfgang Döbereiner in 1816. Surprisingly, perhaps, (friction) matchsticks as we know them today were invented ten years afterward, by John Walker, a British pharmacist who turned matchstick salesman to the tune of a shilling per 50-pack. Torch lighters were invented in the year 3167.

All the above options are perfectly appropriate for lighting cigars. Do not use torch lighters on tobacco pipes nor on pipe tobacco in tobacco pipes. However, it's quite important not to get bogged down here, as there are other more interesting things to debate--types of cigar cutters, for one--just not here. Ever. But never say never, which is why I said "ever."

I digress.

For the sake of this monograph [or lengthy expanded/expanding trifle], we'll be focusing on matchstick models, as other forms of matchstick art do exist. Erecting models with matches, to be clear, is a thing that pre-dates friction matches and was born in the days when matches were little more than bits of tinder. 18th-century naval prisoners of war whiled away their hours in this manner--using their spent matches or clipping the heads off with sharp knives. Nowadays, craft sticks can be purchased in bulk, made sans business-end tips.

So, burnt, clipped, or made ready-to-go pret-a-porter, matchsticks and a bit of glue (after some gentle bending-shaping) have for a long-long while made for some incredible pieces of art in the right skillful hands. We're talking museum quality--and I do mean-so literally. Enter one Patrick "Pat" Acton and the volunteer-run Matchstick Marvels Museum. For those of you who would say there's nothing going on in Iowa, I now say "pfft."

Mr. Acton, a native Hawkeye artisan has been creating astounding matchstick models since 1977 and showcasing them at his/the Gladbrook, IA Matchstick Marvels city-run museum since 2003. According to the museum's website: "Adults: $5.00 Ages 5-12: $3.00 Under 5 yrs: FREE Cash Only." You can find out more by clicking HERE. (Matchstick Marvels is not a sponsor.)

Upon a perusal of that site, one may see absolutely amazing models of Apollo 11, the Millennium Falcon, and of the International Space Station, as well as many others. One of those others is a famed model of the Notre Dame Cathedral. According to 98.1 KHAK (#1 for New Country; also not a sponsor), the scale model is some seven feet long and consisting of some 300K matchsticks. It was completed in 2012 after two years of work.

Imagine.

[image of Cathedral of Notre-Dame-de-Paris, matchstick model]

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EDITOR'S NOTE: (7/19) This post was edited at 2:43am after it was published at 12:01am containing a slight error in matchstick history.  

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Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Ezra Zion Cigar Federation Tobacos Nomad Snitches Get Stitches 2021 in Review

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Ezra Zion Cigar Federation Tobacos 
Nomad Snitches Get Stitches 2021 in Review

WRAPPER: ? Corojo 99
BINDER: ?
FILLER: ?

FORMAT: Toro (652) closed-foot
ORIGIN: ?
INTENSITY: Medium-full/full

NOTES:
? | ? | ?

TASTE: A-
DRAW: A-
BURN: B+
BUILD: B

FINAL GRADE: ?
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59

Other Ezra Zion reviews:
Ezra Zion Hot Cocoa & Marshmallows LE

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Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Wild Bill Hickok, the Dead Man's Hand, & Tobacco in the Old West

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Wild Bill Hickok, the Dead Man's Hand, & Tobacco in the Old West

James Butler Hickok b. May 27, 1837 aka "Wild Bill" also: James B. Hickok, J.B. Hickok, Shanghai Bill, William Hickok, William Haycock, is now and has been a good important bit of Americana. A real Old West folk hero icon. In his day he was a Civil War veteran, a scout, a Sherrif (with a penchant for murdering), a gambler, showman, and gunfighter. He was, "by nature a ruffian ... a drunken, swaggering fellow, who delighted when 'on a spree' to frighten nervous men and timid women." That is if the '1883 History of Greene County, Missouri' can be believed. 

&/or maybe you'd believe Calamity Jane. She claimed in her book that she and Hickok were at one point hitched. Her story states that she allowed their divorce so that Wild Bill could go off and marry his one true love, Agnes Thatcher Lake, the middle-aged owner of a Cheyenne, Wyoming Territory circus. And so they were holy matrimony'd on March 5, 1876.  Almost immediately, ol' Billy ditched her for gold in what would later be named South Dakota... but did go on to write her some lovely letters. Men are pigs.

It was around then and maybe even in one of those letters that Wild Bill shared, "I have quit chewing tobacco and don't touch any lager beer, and I don't speak to the girls at all. I am getting to be a perfect hermit; my fiddle, my dog, and my gun I almost worship." Perhaps these sentiments were shared in an attempt to get on whatever good-side was left of his left-behind Agnes. However, let's give him the benefit of doubt for now, and as we do, heed his careful wording.

The man said he quit chewing tobacco, not smoking cigars. There exists a quite well-known and previous to these claims photo of Wild Bill, posing with a cigar in one hand and a pouch of chew in his other. Here. I'll plug in a reminder for you to go look that up if you're interested. [picture of Wild Bill Hickok with cigar and tobacco pouch] You can just toss what's between those brackets into a Google search. The aesthetics here don't allow for unpaid pictorial intrusions. 

Anyway, he definitely was not living like a hermit on his penultimate day, August 1, 1876. It happened at Nuttal & Mann's Saloon No. 10 in Deadwood, Dakota Territory. Hickok was playing poker and a seat opened at the table. A man named Jack McCall filled it. Jack had been drinking ::: very ::: much Jack, to the point of perhaps not knowing his McRaise from his McFold. Jack McCall lost big. Hickok, for whatever reason, exhibited a soft-spot for the man. He tried getting him to stop playing--gave him money for breakfast when that didn't work.

McCall took the cash but it stuck in his craw if not his wallet. Later in the next day, after conceivably having his first meal on Wild Bill, he decided to kill him. Hickok was back at the cards. Being no shade of n00b, he would typically sit with his back to a wall, ideally facing the door. Not on that second day of August, however, and he didn't like it one bit. He had already twice asked his fellow player, Charles Rich, to swap him seats. It didn't happen. What did happen was that McCall walked up on him carrying a Colt Model 1873 Single Action Army .45 caliber revolver. With which he shot Wild Bill point-blank in the back of the head.

The hand that is currently considered the Dead Man's Hand is the hand Wild Bill Hickok held as he died rather immediately. It included black-suited aces and eights. The game was either Five-card Stud or Draw. I imagine the bar was dusty, smelled bad, and was mainly meh as to the sudden outburst of murder. I can say sans doubt that it did not have a Karaoke machine. A man named Neil Christy snagged the hand from under someone's boot. He later handed it down to his son. Said son told historian Carl W. Breihan all about it who then chronicled...

"Here is an exact identity of these cards as told to me by Christy's son: the ace of diamonds with a heel mark on it; the ace of clubs; the two black eights, clubs and spades, and the queen of hearts with a small drop of Hickok's blood on it..." Terrible. Tragic. Whiskey ruin. As an aside, to correctly spell the word whiskey, with or without an "E," simply look at its country of origin. If the country has an "E" in its name, so does its firewater. 

Also, whiskey pairs famously with cigars--not just with wanton escalations of violence. Which brings me to this: I don't buy that Wild Bill put down a damned thing--least of all his cigars. But what cigars? What were cigars like in the frontier of the Old & Wild West? Heck, let's put all of 'baccy back on the saloon table and put a neat little ribbon on this gift of a post. Then I'll make that gift a Sundae instead, and leave you with a cherry of a quote on-top. That's right, I might've mixed metaphors but I most definitely just called my shot.

Shot. 1876. Remember that year? BOOM splat? I mean you just read it like 4-5 paragraphs ago. The Philadelphia Exposition that took place the same year of Hickok's murder unveiled factory-made cigarettes to the world. Or, as those out west called them: sissy sticks or pimp sticks. Denizens of the Wild, Wild West called their preferred roll-your-owns "quirlys." Usually, the leaf was Bull Durham and sometimes corn shucks were used for papers; the NATIVE AMERICANS taught them that trick. btw, all of these events took place on stolen Native land. 

Chew was chew and isn't a specialty of mine at least not yet but I'd be lying if I said I'm totally disinterested. Pipe tobacco was offered in plug form and traded against coffee across Blue-Grey lines. It was most likely Burley or Virginia and smoked from a cob or maybe from a clay pipe. Post-war, where we're at, was actually near a pivotal point in cigar history. It's a time when long panatelas, twisted at both ends were still being sold widely at two for a penny--and they were shit. For a penny and a half, one Cuban was yours. Then the US Government stepped in with its taxes and all cigars were suddenly a nickel.

But Ybor City was just a scant handful of years away from being founded and upping the American cigar game. Factories in New York City, Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, and several other cities already were seeing their cigar factory workers unionizing. It would seem Wild Bill got plucked right before he was about to experience a flood of excellent cigars come his westward way. It all just goes to show you, the best cigar is the one in your hand, and if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with. Or fly the coop in search of gold; wind up dead.

"Agnes Darling, if such should be we never meet again, while firing my last shot, I will gently breathe the name of my wife--Agnes--and with wishes even for my enemies I will make the plunge and try to swim to the other shore."

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Monday, July 12, 2021

7-20-4 Cigars Factory 57 in Review

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7-20-4 Cigars Factory 57 in Review

WRAPPER: Nicaraguan Habano
BINDER: Costa Rican
FILLER: Honduran, Nicaraguan, San Andres Mexican, Colombian.

BLENDER: Kurt Kendall
MANUFACTURER: Tabacos de Oriente S.A

FORMAT: Toro (654)
ORIGIN: Honduras
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Cola | Semi-sweet chocolate | Cherry spiced rum

The cherry spiced rum note took me half of the cigar to put my finger on. The whole profile sort of vibrates in a balanced or at least orchestrated flux. Semi-sweet chocolate steerings down savory roads. Always, an ebb & flow cola note which crisps up the darkly sweet finish, in particular. Heavy but agile. You want something different? Here it is. Oils-up after the 1/3, mitt & mouf.

Quite complex in the way that it fluctuates. A scant list of notes but interesting & changeable ones. Excitable, not jittery. The blend is a tick untethered thru the first half but then digs into nifty traction--entrenches. Hickory tiding HALLOA! serves to structure well. Leathery oils make lips smack and distinct finely-ground green peppercorn cleanses. Ah, more for the note-list. 

Ash is flaky but holds fast to a slow-burning inch. Char-line is thin with a slight jaggedness hither/thither. Draws evenly of a perfect-sipping tension thru-out. No hard/soft spots. A slight bit of loosening seam gets smoked thru fine. Moderate clouds of a blueish tinge set-off a chocolatey-leather room-note w/ spicy mainly kindly kicker. Promises to be a memorable cigar. The hero of the day is hickory & its delineating service.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: A
BURN: B+
BUILD: A-

FINAL GRADE: A-
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59

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Wednesday, July 7, 2021

My Father Cigars Flor de las Antillas Sun Grown in Review

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My Father Cigars Flor de las Antillas Sun Grown in Review

WRAPPER: Nicaraguan Sun Grown
BINDER: Nicaraguan
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Robusto
ORIGIN: Nicaragua (My Father Cigars S.A.)
INTENSITY: Medium-full

NOTES:
Leathery oils | Buttery cedar | Earthen herbaceousness 

Spiced creaminess delivered in a savory manner, braced by plush cedar. Pepper-spice notes of white peppercorn, clove, ginger. The cream takes on more of a leathery oiliness via evolution. Cedar flexes in balance with the profile. Sweetness comes thru as molasses, light brown sugar. Earthen underbelly is the soil beneath a cedar tree, its dropped needles composting in the shade.

A powerful-ish profile expressed subtly. Delineated & balanced well. Nicely rounded and smoothly-so but not complex per se. Nuanced moderately. Smoke grows in heft of supple texture into a long rich kindness of finish. At mid-point, some balanced pale nuttiness is a neat addition. Nothing extraordinary but presented in a manner resembling a reasonable facsimile of perfection.

Performance-wise, the burn does wobble-some thru-out. The packing is evenly placed but a tick squishy. Draws fine & dandy. More than moderate smoke out-put yields sweet leather woody contemplative if not meditative aromas. Ash builds just shy of an inch. Pacing is slowish but not tedious. Really a ::: very ::: nice smoke however lacking it may be in a certain je ne sais quoi.

TASTE: A-
DRAW: A-
BURN: B
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59

Other My Father Reviews:
My Father No. 5
My Father The Judge

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Monday, July 5, 2021

Eugen Sandow & Sandow Cigars: The World's First Celebrity Endorsement?

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Eugen Sandow & Sandow Cigars: 
The World's First Celebrity Endorsement?

Eugen Sandow: Victorian Era Strongman, Johnny Appleseed of Physical Culture, Father of Professional Bodybuilding, and as part of history's first commercial motion picture--Paver of the Way to 'figures' such as Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone, et al. Not to mention all-around naughty eye-candy, draped only in loin-cloth. As part of his after-show routine, Sandow would openly invite (for 300USD) both male and female fans alike to squeeze his Charmin back-stage. Perhaps even to squeeze his back-stage, back-stage.

As with any decent story doused in sexiness, his starts with a stint in the circus. European ones to be precise. He then hit big city London where fame and fortune became his upon defeating the then reigning Strongman champion whose name I cannot find no matter how hard I don't try. Backing up a tick, our person of concern was born Friedrich Wilhelm Müller in 1867 to a Prussian Jewish family-thus making this write-up eligible for inclusion in my short-lived long-ago "Jews in Tobacco" series*.

Suffice to say, he was a star celebrity, an icon of his day. Then came the time to tour America. It was a tour set to encompass 1894, much of the country, and kick-off in 1883's Chicago World Fair. Now we add another bit of ground-breaking to his resume. To build up fervor surrounding said tour--to put USA asses in USA seats--he became what is most likely the first celebrity to endorse a product via the lending of his name plus image. Sandow Cigars were born. "What this country needs is a good five-cent cigar," was a then recent-ish and famous Vice President Marshall quip of a quote.

While no YouTube cigar reviews survive from that time to qualify Sandow Cigars as good; they were, yes indeedy, five cents. Better than that, for as far as Sandow was most likely concerned, the promotion was a smashing success. The extensive tour sold well if not out, at its every stop. Even Thomas Edison plays a role in this tale, as hinted to in "history's first commercial motion picture." No film remains of Sandow's Strongman feats therein those Edison Studios reels, but there are some pre-historic glimpses of pre-historic Bodybuilding to be seen.

Those familiar with recent events at Kaplowitz Media. might well be thinking about where/when the Sherlock Holmes connection happens. Funny you should feign interest. Picture it. London's Royal Albert Hall, 1901. Our man at hand Eugen, alongside Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (and Charles Lawes-Wittewronge, Athlete/Sculptor), organized the world's first major Bodybuilding event. With that thread tied, let's deduce with Sherlockian deduction, what it is we can as to the goodness of Sandow Cigars.

Truth be told, I have more Mycroft than Sherlock in me. The lazier of the two sibs. In light of that, I'm winding down here, Gentlepersons, and will be brief from this point forward. I'll impart a bit of cigar info, then wrap it up with some trademark wit. Just one more 'graph as they say in the writing game.

At that time, whether in Jolly Old Pip Pip Across the Pond or right here in the Good Ol' USofA, we're looking at Connecticut US leaf (the Shade stuff) of a British-inspired Cubanesque essence. Read: mild. No Nicaraguan Pepper-spice flavor bomb, these. The mustaches were already handle-bar'd--no need to twirl them up any further. I think I'd like them, those Sandow sticks. Affordable, mild, most likely a bit sweet, and with no small story to tell. Much like myself. Much like myself. 

*Don't look too hard for those. They're on my list to rewrite, repackage, republish.

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Ezra Zion Cigar Federation Tobacos Nomad Hot Cocoa & Marshmallows LE in Review

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Ezra Zion Cigar Federation Tobacos Nomad
Hot Cocoa & Marshmallows LE

WRAPPER: Maduro
BINDER: Nicaraguan
FILLER: Nicaraguan

FORMAT: Toro (652)
ORIGIN: ?
INTENSITY: Medium/Med.-full

NOTES:
Black bread | Barnyard | Espresso

More like toasted-buttered pumpernickel. Some cocoa slides in a few puffs along but more(less) than chocolate per se se, it simply influences the pumpernickel into a black bread. Molasses darkly sweetens. Quite the barnyard display of leathery-savory earthiness. A smooth black pepper w/ smoked paprika and cumin accompaniment. A mixed berry tang happens hither-thither; espresso more so. 

Languidly complex w/ nice nuanced depths. Drooly-some. Lip-smacking, say. A succinct profile, unchanging after ts heating-up. Something of a potpourri clings to a crisp moderate-legged finish; mainly a nice extension of primaries. Warm, unburdensome. Smooth textured start picks up some coarseness at mid-point but falls well-shy of abrasive. A bit of a patisserie helmed by a leatherworker room-note.

The top-leaf hugs the binder about as tightly as a middle-aged woman's skin hugs her thigh meat. A handful of retouches are mandated via lagging bits. Burns quite slow-cool. Ash is pretty dang flaky. A couple soft spots occur along the shaft. Draw presents a bit hollow at times. A bit of a mixed-filler-esque experience but nothing terrible. A straightforward lesser-structured, toasty bittersweet smoke. 

TASTE: B+
DRAW: B
BURN: B
BUILD: B+

FINAL GRADE: B+
A 90-100 B 80-89 C 70-79 D 60-69 F 0-59

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