Enough procrastinating. Enough excuses. I am one of the founders of this abomination. And I promised a review of a truly horrible cigar. I must stand up and take my place. So here we go.
Its a beautiful overcast 50 degree day here in SW MO. Much better than the 30s it was yesterday.
I will say, I woke up this morning with this cigar in mind. A little back story, I bought a bondle of these when I was going through my divorce and money was very tight. Needed something to smoke. Was hoping for something at the least on par with a swisher, but a little better. I was wrong.
So I have a lot of these that will accompany the rocket pass. When the time comes and this coronacrap is over.
But for now, no further adieu...
I present the dog rocket review of the Villiger Export. Yellow box. Not sure what the difference is between the three colors. I am hoping its just the color you turn when smoking them.
Prelight aroma, nothing. Like I have to shove this thing up my nostril and snort like a line to get anything. Even then, just sweet cardboard.
They come in these nice little boxes of 5. And all individually wrapped. So of course, you know they are fancy. Once undressed, this thing looks like its wrapped in recycled construction paper that has began to mold.
It appeara that they make these things in a gigantic long tube and then box press them and cut at length.
Well, about to light this beast, so here are the pics to hold you over until I can finish.


