Austinoir
The luckiest guy in Shawshank
I saw this smoke by chance in a clear jar above other smokes in my B&M for $1.95-intrigued w the rum-infused claim I plunked down two bucks a piece. Rum infused, how could I go wrong? I texted my bestie Groucho who recommended (remember Groucho smokes Davidoffs, which he graciously allows me to buy). So, I bit and sadly this dog rocket w fleas bit back.
The smell pre-lit was heavy due to the rum, but once lit there wasn't any smoke and what was there was like mist instead of a weighty plume of cigar smoke (like fog).
Immediately I noticed no flavor to speak odd; a strange stick. The tip was sweet like sugar, a flavor that didn't mix well with the tobacco in the end. It tasted like what peppermint would be w/o the mint-sugary. This was bothersome because it threw off what focus I had trying to taste the smoke. My lips and the tip of my tongue keep feeling I was sipping sugary water as my saliva coated the tip. The draw was easy, but only drew smoke ever other draw, so I drew harder, diving in to get some smoke, but, immediately a bitter taste plumped in the back of my throat and stayed there with every exhale...not even close to smooth and creamy left town days ago. I wonder what it was and then it hit me, I hadn't just licked an ashtray of cigarette butts-I had swallowed it. I then decided to smell and noticed it had the harshness of a cigarette, not a cigar (later confirmed when I smelt my hands and they smelled like cigarette smoke). Another memory was of the cigars my grandfather smoked, which announced themselves as inferior tobacco...even as I newbie I concluded this: ye ole, bait and switch? no just hype and false advertising. So this was a dog of a smoke and I finished half, only because I just refused to commit this garbage to my memory palete. I smoke em so you other broke newbies don't have to, be warned Trader Jack is that confidence man who slides up from your blindspot in a seedy bar on a tropical vacation and befriends you by tipping back countless rum shots and regals you with stories of beautiful coco skinned beauties and grand adventures, but leaves you to awaken in a dirty alley hung over, your wallet gone and your pants around your ankles...it ain't a pretty site. PLEASE avoid these typhoid infused stick like you child's life depended on it.
A rocket dog with fleas that now sleeps with fishes (smoke a cigarette instead you'll enjoy it more).
That is all!!!!
The smell pre-lit was heavy due to the rum, but once lit there wasn't any smoke and what was there was like mist instead of a weighty plume of cigar smoke (like fog).
Immediately I noticed no flavor to speak odd; a strange stick. The tip was sweet like sugar, a flavor that didn't mix well with the tobacco in the end. It tasted like what peppermint would be w/o the mint-sugary. This was bothersome because it threw off what focus I had trying to taste the smoke. My lips and the tip of my tongue keep feeling I was sipping sugary water as my saliva coated the tip. The draw was easy, but only drew smoke ever other draw, so I drew harder, diving in to get some smoke, but, immediately a bitter taste plumped in the back of my throat and stayed there with every exhale...not even close to smooth and creamy left town days ago. I wonder what it was and then it hit me, I hadn't just licked an ashtray of cigarette butts-I had swallowed it. I then decided to smell and noticed it had the harshness of a cigarette, not a cigar (later confirmed when I smelt my hands and they smelled like cigarette smoke). Another memory was of the cigars my grandfather smoked, which announced themselves as inferior tobacco...even as I newbie I concluded this: ye ole, bait and switch? no just hype and false advertising. So this was a dog of a smoke and I finished half, only because I just refused to commit this garbage to my memory palete. I smoke em so you other broke newbies don't have to, be warned Trader Jack is that confidence man who slides up from your blindspot in a seedy bar on a tropical vacation and befriends you by tipping back countless rum shots and regals you with stories of beautiful coco skinned beauties and grand adventures, but leaves you to awaken in a dirty alley hung over, your wallet gone and your pants around your ankles...it ain't a pretty site. PLEASE avoid these typhoid infused stick like you child's life depended on it.
A rocket dog with fleas that now sleeps with fishes (smoke a cigarette instead you'll enjoy it more).
That is all!!!!
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