At last. Well, it’s about 1957 cigars. Really another PPN.
Long time, no cigar review.
Knowing that cigars are healthy in general, I asked, back on March 25th: “Wouldn’t all those terrible carcinogenic chemicals in the fragrant cigar smoke kill the invisible enemy?” The answer appears to be “yes.”
The study suggests nicotine potentially blocks the virus from attaching to cells. Doctors had noticed a low number of smokers among patients being treated for the coronavirus, which was not statistically proportionate.
Anyway, last night, in honor of the ongoing insanity, I broke out a Diamond Crown MAXIMUS by JC Newman.
One of the best-looking bands in the business. Off of my Number 4 Toro.
And, in keeping with the advice of French researchers (and because I wanted to do so), I smoked it.
Outside, of course, so the wafting smoke could benefit as many potential hoax victims as possible.
Per my long-standing policy against a formal rating system, I’ll just say it was darn good!
Well, maybe I can do a little better. How’s this?
- Environment: 65-68° F, slightest breeze, mild-moderate humidity (aka, perfect)
- Accompaniment: Sam Adams Boston Lager, followed by water
- Appearance: superb
- Construction: superb
- Draw: Perfect (an old-school case of a premium product feeling tight under the finger, only due to proper wrapping and without any air transfer or smoke production issues)
- Burn: straight, even, slow, with a solid ash
- Body: medium-full
- Strength: medium-strong and very smooth
- Taste: Super pleasant and utterly consistent from start to finish; notes of leather, cedar, very mild spicing, and with no hint of Corona…
- Non-rating rating: A+, 95/100, great, worth the money, highly recommended, etc.
If you have to be locked under house arrest, might I advise enjoying an hour or two with this Dominican delight? Maximum hysteria calls for MAXIMUS response.
Is this a return of the regular cigar posting? Probably not. We, around here, just don’t hit ’em like we used to (which makes it so much better when we do).
18 to die for the corporations, but 21 to enjoy a cigar. Typical gubmint-think.
The US Congress voted Thursday to raise the minimum age to buy tobacco and e-cigarettes from 18 to 21 across the country, a move intended to stem the rising tide of youth vaping.
Passed by the Senate as part of a wider budgetary bill, it will take effect next year and will mean that tobacco and e-cigarettes will join alcohol as substances that are prohibited to purchase for those under the age of 21.
Nineteen of the country’s 50 states and the capital Washington, DC had already set 21 as the minimum age.
“I’m proud the Senate approved legislation today including our Tobacco-Free Youth Act to help address this urgent crisis and keep these dangerous products away from our children,” said Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, a Republican, who co-sponsored the bill along with Democratic Senator Tim Kaine.
Good, old-fashioned, bi-partisan bullshit. What are they smoking?
Not the best, but what it is, this week:
Casting the Widest Net, Real National Affairs for the People
Our topics of discussion, in this here column, of late, have been just a little heavy. For that, I do not apologize. Regardless of their ardent unpopularity among the general population, I kind of like freedom and truth. Matters of geopolitics, religion, economics, Satanic globalism, cultural decay, academic collapse, terrorism, war, and the very survival of Western Civilization are all worthy of intelligent consideration. And, if the approach is, or has to be, a little zealous, then so be it.
I recall Barry Goldwater’s eternal words of vitriolic courage, “…that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice!”
But … not today. Today, in order to honor the real people out there (the “peeps,” as they call themselves) I cast forth the wide net, the drag net. Dredging the very bottom as it were. I owe my inspiration to a heart-warming family social media story I almost read last week. My drive I owe to a gaggle of teenage girls who, yesterday, forced me at gunpoint into a large, cool, hip, and very trendy Amerikan mall. It was, for them, a fantastic way to spend an afternoon, excused from schooling. For me, it was a fine, educational vacation day.
“Mauled at the mall,” I might normally call it. But, this time, I undertook a deep exploration of the culture on its home turf. Like a visitor from another planet, I stumbled about, awe-struck by the … um … the spectacle.
Another great coronary corollary you won’t find anywhere else:
A bitter end for 2018, but an end 112 years in the making. America’s oldest man and cigar smoker has died.
Overton was born near Bastrop in 1906 and served in the army for three years during World War II. He spent the majority of his life in Austin and was often seen on the porch of his home, which he built in East Austin in 1945.
He gave credit to God for his longevity, but he always said cigars and whiskey helped.
“I been smoking cigars from when I was 18 years old, I’m still a smoking ‘em. 12 a day,” he said.
Another life cut short by evil tobacco…
He liked guns too.
I see the double fire selector, there.
A wonderful life.
***Note*** I’ve got a lot of drafts sitting around, some in existence and unpublished since 2013. It became obvious to me that I’m in no hurry to get around to them. But, they’ve survived various draft purges over the years. If they’re that important I can just come back and elaborate later. For now, I offer them, kind of as-is, in this, a lightning publishing round. The fun will continue while supplies last. Make of these what you will. Or not. I don’t care.
Aha! I found this, just a list of links to past news stories. The FDA communist assault continues, though some fight it. I’ve covered that. I even published a submitted CFR comment. Entertain yourselves, particularly if you’re in the industry, with the following (if operable – not checking):
I’m a terrible social media user. You knew that. So it should come as no surprise that I hadn’t checked in at GAB in nearly a year (sorry #GabFam…). Anyway, I am glad I made a recent short incursion. I found out about a new cigar!
A Dark Triad cigar!, the progeny of our friend and best-selling author Ivan Throne.
The names – of the smoke and of the man – say enough. I have not smoked one but I am assured of quality.
A Pre Review:
Expected availability in September (hey, that’s Saturday!);
Look for her in Robusto, Churchill, and Torpedo sizing;
$194 per box of Robustos;
Wrapper: Honduran Trojes (very good); Binder: Indonesia (interesting); Long-cut filler: Honduras and Nicaragua (Nica, baby!);
A real review from a real smoker, Dr. Jack Griffin, as lifted (with implied permission…) from the Empalador Site (get ye there and get on Ivan’s list):
“With a wrapper of aged Trojes Honduran, Honduran and Nicaraguan long filler, and an Indonesian binder, the Empalador (the “Impaler”) Robusto 5×50 is a delightful smoking experience.
“The scent of the foot promised a rich, complex smoke, and this fine stick did not disappoint. The aroma from the initial toasting offered notes of nut and pepper, and even an evasive hint of leather (at least to this reviewer’s nose). Smoking the cigar was deeply enjoyable paired with a fine bourbon. Although I usually allow a cigar to die a dignified death half way through the smoke, I found myself compelled to continue as there was none of the creeping bite and harshness one often finds as a cigar burns down.
“The Latin inscriptions on the band might be loosely translated as ‘the night owns the kingdom’ and ‘God wills’. Indeed it does and so does He. The Empalador is highly recommended.”
Nut, pepper, and evasive leather. Sounds outstanding! And, per my Nica-centricity, I’m going to say the magic Esteli or Jalapa (my guess) dirt adds just a hint of solid earthiness. Or so I hope. I find Dr. Griffin’s admission to burning his Robusto all the way down compelling. If it’s worth risking a burnt fingernail, it’s good. Period.
Going strictly by the pictured appearance, I’ll add that the Empalador is very well constructed. Such would be bolstered by Griffin’s account as harshness usually accompanies poor build, which does not favor an “undignified death.” A beautiful brown Maduro, it looks like a good cigar. My imagination and experience detect just enough strength and body to make the trip fun, yet not so strong as to overpower or moot any of the referenced notes.
Per my eternal habit of keeping no numerical or other rating systems, I cannot give you an “A,” a “10,” or a “+++.” But I trust Ivan and (now) Dr. Griffin.
In short: I’m looking forward to the real encounter. You should too.
In the wild, in the box. Bring it! Picture by the Dark Triad Man.
PS: In keeping with the name, consider (at least once) deploying John Daly’s golf tee punching method – impale the Impaler!
PPS: Thank you, again, Ivan Throne!