I had an Alec Bradley Black Market Vandal this afternoon. This 6.2 x 54 Honduran full bodied cigar is a must try if you are up for the challenge.
My buddy Rick gave me this one and I put off smoking it for some time. There was always something about it that was a tad intimidating. I don't know if it was the rustic black market weapons style box it came in or just some creepy underlying intimidation vibe factor it was giving off.
My head is spinning form it as I write this. This is a full body smoke if Ive ever had one. I would call this a distant cousin, No... this may very well be the father to the Opus X of the early days. Back when those cigars were known to be able to kick the ass of life long smokers.
Lots of red pepper with underlying hints of cedar, a bit of nuttiness and at times I swear I was getting a dried fruit flavor but that red pepper kept things in check for sure. It didn't leave the lips tingling like the Opus but it was up there in spice without a doubt. The wrapper was gorgeous, brown with spots (also similar to the Opus) and a slight reddish tint (through that may be because Im hallucinating a bit now). The burn was not perfect and did have some razor wire-esque traits but with this cigar I feel like it really fit the bill. It never burned way off but it did let me know it was NOT going to give in to the norm or expectation. In a sense it was a "fuck you" to the smoker by the cigar. I actually enjoyed watching what it was doing through the long smoking time. BTW... this was easily a 1.5 hour smoke. This thing burned slow but produced good smoke and had an aroma that I couldn't tell if I liked or not but for fear of my life I am going to say I liked it.
I had a cup of coffee with this so there is no alcohol influence here but my head is spinning right now.
Of course I only got pics of the label because once I lit this there was not much else I was willing to think about.
Im going to leave you with this final thought before I try to stand up again... you think you're a man, you think you can smoke, you think Im full of shit... I double dog dare you to find these and make it past 2/3. It was only when I had to stand up that I realized the trouble I might be in.
My buddy Rick gave me this one and I put off smoking it for some time. There was always something about it that was a tad intimidating. I don't know if it was the rustic black market weapons style box it came in or just some creepy underlying intimidation vibe factor it was giving off.
My head is spinning form it as I write this. This is a full body smoke if Ive ever had one. I would call this a distant cousin, No... this may very well be the father to the Opus X of the early days. Back when those cigars were known to be able to kick the ass of life long smokers.
Lots of red pepper with underlying hints of cedar, a bit of nuttiness and at times I swear I was getting a dried fruit flavor but that red pepper kept things in check for sure. It didn't leave the lips tingling like the Opus but it was up there in spice without a doubt. The wrapper was gorgeous, brown with spots (also similar to the Opus) and a slight reddish tint (through that may be because Im hallucinating a bit now). The burn was not perfect and did have some razor wire-esque traits but with this cigar I feel like it really fit the bill. It never burned way off but it did let me know it was NOT going to give in to the norm or expectation. In a sense it was a "fuck you" to the smoker by the cigar. I actually enjoyed watching what it was doing through the long smoking time. BTW... this was easily a 1.5 hour smoke. This thing burned slow but produced good smoke and had an aroma that I couldn't tell if I liked or not but for fear of my life I am going to say I liked it.
I had a cup of coffee with this so there is no alcohol influence here but my head is spinning right now.
Of course I only got pics of the label because once I lit this there was not much else I was willing to think about.
Im going to leave you with this final thought before I try to stand up again... you think you're a man, you think you can smoke, you think Im full of shit... I double dog dare you to find these and make it past 2/3. It was only when I had to stand up that I realized the trouble I might be in.