This was my labor day, post dinner smoke. I've smoked three so far (this was the fourth), and to call this cigar "little", while literally true, would be an understatement. The first time I smoked this sweet, little spice nugget, I thought of the phrase "small but fierce." You could also cue in funnier ones like, "it's not the size, but how you blah blah blah". Anyway, back to cigars. :shocked: Ever since I first tasted the original El Triunfador Lancero, I've had this "thing" for Pete Johnson's broadleaf wrapped blends. There's a unique sweetness and milder spice to them than his more classic (brown label, mostly) blends.
The cigar starts off predominantly with leather and some peppery spice. There are undertones of espresso and bittersweet chocolate. I eventually asked my wife to take a puff, and she said it reminded her of a mocha latte. After the initial half inch or so, the cigar mellowed out a bit. There was less spice, more espresso and cocoa, with leather still hanging around. As I progressed, the espresso and leather came out more, with the cocoa lingering in the background. The spiciness of the cigar actually lessened proportionally to how far into the smoke I was. Usually, it tends to be the opposite, especially at the very end when things heat up a bit. This is a perfect example of a cigar that may live in one dimension, but it's a dimension you'll not want to leave. It was a finger burner, to say the least. I'll certainly be grabbing another cab of them soon.
It was late in the evening so it was more difficult to get some decent lighting.
The cigar starts off predominantly with leather and some peppery spice. There are undertones of espresso and bittersweet chocolate. I eventually asked my wife to take a puff, and she said it reminded her of a mocha latte. After the initial half inch or so, the cigar mellowed out a bit. There was less spice, more espresso and cocoa, with leather still hanging around. As I progressed, the espresso and leather came out more, with the cocoa lingering in the background. The spiciness of the cigar actually lessened proportionally to how far into the smoke I was. Usually, it tends to be the opposite, especially at the very end when things heat up a bit. This is a perfect example of a cigar that may live in one dimension, but it's a dimension you'll not want to leave. It was a finger burner, to say the least. I'll certainly be grabbing another cab of them soon.
It was late in the evening so it was more difficult to get some decent lighting.
