LOL thanks !I think that must have been last years pass. I dont have the key anymore, so good luck!!!
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LOL thanks !I think that must have been last years pass. I dont have the key anymore, so good luck!!!
I'm just here one more time to see if the one cat has "sealed the deal" yet .Yup, @Bondo 440 , I know those Gurgs Turds. Ready and waiting for your caterwauling cries of self pity...
Thanks for the reveal !Well, that was one I'd hoped @Opie had gotten. Kind of a divisive cigar. Some think ok yardgar. Opie seems to associate that brand with diesel fuel taste.
Personally, the one I smoked reminded me of the taste of the fumes from a Coleman Heater. I still remember camping with one of those asphyxiating heaters, wondering if I would actually wake the next morning....
actually, that was @Glassman that coined that flavor profile. I only endorsed his review...... YUCKWell, that was one I'd hoped @Opie had gotten. Kind of a divisive cigar. Some think ok yardgar. Opie seems to associate that brand with diesel fuel taste. Personally, the one I smoked reminded me of the taste of the fumes from a Coleman Heater. I still remember camping with one of those asphyxiating heaters, wondering if I would actually wake the next morning...
That cigar was a La Palina Bronze. View attachment 139730
Unfinished. business.Opie, are you back home for a bit?
We have some unfinished business here.
Unfinished DRP business? I may never go home againOpie, are you back home for a bit?
We have some unfinished business here.
Shipping out to you this weekend buddy !Unfinished DRP business? I may never go home again
I'd concur with your sentiment. The Conuco I smoked was a tire fire. Make sure @Opie gets one of those!The Conuco from a week or two ago was still worse. It's the DRP champ for regretful cigars.
Yeah, now that you mention it, the Oh-Crap did taste like burnt leather. But that's better than burnt rubber.I'd concur with your sentiment. The Conuco I smoked was a tire fire. Make sure @Opie gets one of those!
I got to admit, though, that the Oh-Crap was the last one (4th) smoked on the Cry-Fecta Day of Despair. My tongue was like a piece of leather that had been grilled so long that it shriveled up and fell through the grate, only to sit in the bottom of the grill for another six months. Not much worse could have been done to me by that point.