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Ago, the dawgmeister posted this offer.
Welp, I did some research on these fellows (as I do on virtually everything that's offered on these forii) and they sounded interesting and -- as always on something from the jdawg -- were being peddled at a very reasonable price. So, I PM-ed, paid, waited, received, and stuck them in the ol' humi to season.
Recently, I pulled one of these longfellows out to consign to the flames.
Now, first off, these are very funny-looking see-gars. Check this out:
Welp, I did some research on these fellows (as I do on virtually everything that's offered on these forii) and they sounded interesting and -- as always on something from the jdawg -- were being peddled at a very reasonable price. So, I PM-ed, paid, waited, received, and stuck them in the ol' humi to season.
Recently, I pulled one of these longfellows out to consign to the flames.
Now, first off, these are very funny-looking see-gars. Check this out:
7 x 38 with a lovely, lovely Nicaraguan Rosado wrapper.
Your immediate instinct is to dig out that drum kit you got for Christmas when you were 8 years old and bang away on it with this baby. But I resisted the impulse and instead just circumsized it with my trusty Cuban Crafters Perfect Cutter. Next step with all my smokes is to test the draw and get an initial flavo(u)r profile. Stuck the stogie in my face. Fell over. This sumbitch is so long, it seriously messes with your center of gravity. Recommend smoking in a seated position, using a gantry to hold up the nether end, or clamping in a vise.
Anyways, got resettled with a firm grip amidships and tried again. Draw was pretty good and the nuances I received from the unlit puff were very interesting. Strange. But interesting.
Now, the funny thing is that I'd eck-shoe-elly (did I pronounce that correctly?) had one of these before. Got it as a giftie from Mikey when I boughtened some of his G.A.R. 'gars, but had forgotten about it totally. I seriously thought I was trying something new and different and didn't realize my mistake until I went to put my smoking experience into my database and found the earlier entry.
But, where were we? Oh, yes!
So I fires up me welder to light this fecker, only I can't seem to locate the distant end of it looming somewheres near the horizon. I'm moving my inferno all over the place, but it never seems to approach the elusive objective. A goodly bit of trial and error (and a singed cat) later, I finally fire this lance of a Lancero and obtain an immediate veritable gusher of smoke traveling the length of seemingly the freaking Alaskan Pipeline at approximately the speed of light (in a vacuum, of course) which hits me like a bag of wet penguin feathers in a brisket of beef.
Whew! "I'm in big trouble," I'm thinking. But, no. I'm not. I'm okay. In my zeal to fire this baby, I had unconsciously over-compensated for the extreme lengthitude of this stogie by increasing the forcefulness of my puffingness almost to the extent of a NASA wind tunnel. Reducing the vacuum pressure on the unlit end to a mere puff produced more than adequate volumes of smoke without the adverse side effects. Ah! Much better.
I now settled down to puff, enjoy, and evaluate.
The puffing part was easy.
The enjoying part was very enjoyable indeed.
The evaluation part, however, was frustratingly elusive.
I was getting a melange of flavo(u)rs, none of which I could readily identify.
Was that some kind of exotic fruit? No. A rare spice from the Islands, perhaps? No. A nutty, woody, leathery nuance from the librerry? No.
Fuck it all! What the hell am I tasting?!!
I puffed on this sumbitch for over an hour with each puff just a leetle bit different from the one before and not once -- ONCE! -- could I clearly identify what it was that it tasted like. (Nothing at all like Bulgarin, who can not only swear he's tasting pork loin, but can also identify which county the fucking pig came from and probably his name, too.)
Welp, ladeeze an' gennemem, I must tell you that this was the most enjoyable frustrating cigar I have ever smoked. Finished it off with a toothpick, btw.
My plan is to pull one out of the humi every halfth-annus (no, that's half year, not half ass) and try again to see what is developing. If the next couple are as much fun as this first (well, second, really, although I don't recall that original first being as intriguing [prolly on accounta I should have given it more than 2 days in the humi to rest, but I couldn't resist]), I'm definitely going to invest in a box and tuck it safely away somewheres amongst my myriad humidorii.
Your immediate instinct is to dig out that drum kit you got for Christmas when you were 8 years old and bang away on it with this baby. But I resisted the impulse and instead just circumsized it with my trusty Cuban Crafters Perfect Cutter. Next step with all my smokes is to test the draw and get an initial flavo(u)r profile. Stuck the stogie in my face. Fell over. This sumbitch is so long, it seriously messes with your center of gravity. Recommend smoking in a seated position, using a gantry to hold up the nether end, or clamping in a vise.
Anyways, got resettled with a firm grip amidships and tried again. Draw was pretty good and the nuances I received from the unlit puff were very interesting. Strange. But interesting.
Now, the funny thing is that I'd eck-shoe-elly (did I pronounce that correctly?) had one of these before. Got it as a giftie from Mikey when I boughtened some of his G.A.R. 'gars, but had forgotten about it totally. I seriously thought I was trying something new and different and didn't realize my mistake until I went to put my smoking experience into my database and found the earlier entry.
But, where were we? Oh, yes!
So I fires up me welder to light this fecker, only I can't seem to locate the distant end of it looming somewheres near the horizon. I'm moving my inferno all over the place, but it never seems to approach the elusive objective. A goodly bit of trial and error (and a singed cat) later, I finally fire this lance of a Lancero and obtain an immediate veritable gusher of smoke traveling the length of seemingly the freaking Alaskan Pipeline at approximately the speed of light (in a vacuum, of course) which hits me like a bag of wet penguin feathers in a brisket of beef.
Whew! "I'm in big trouble," I'm thinking. But, no. I'm not. I'm okay. In my zeal to fire this baby, I had unconsciously over-compensated for the extreme lengthitude of this stogie by increasing the forcefulness of my puffingness almost to the extent of a NASA wind tunnel. Reducing the vacuum pressure on the unlit end to a mere puff produced more than adequate volumes of smoke without the adverse side effects. Ah! Much better.
I now settled down to puff, enjoy, and evaluate.
The puffing part was easy.
The enjoying part was very enjoyable indeed.
The evaluation part, however, was frustratingly elusive.
I was getting a melange of flavo(u)rs, none of which I could readily identify.
Was that some kind of exotic fruit? No. A rare spice from the Islands, perhaps? No. A nutty, woody, leathery nuance from the librerry? No.
Fuck it all! What the hell am I tasting?!!
I puffed on this sumbitch for over an hour with each puff just a leetle bit different from the one before and not once -- ONCE! -- could I clearly identify what it was that it tasted like. (Nothing at all like Bulgarin, who can not only swear he's tasting pork loin, but can also identify which county the fucking pig came from and probably his name, too.)
Welp, ladeeze an' gennemem, I must tell you that this was the most enjoyable frustrating cigar I have ever smoked. Finished it off with a toothpick, btw.
My plan is to pull one out of the humi every halfth-annus (no, that's half year, not half ass) and try again to see what is developing. If the next couple are as much fun as this first (well, second, really, although I don't recall that original first being as intriguing [prolly on accounta I should have given it more than 2 days in the humi to rest, but I couldn't resist]), I'm definitely going to invest in a box and tuck it safely away somewheres amongst my myriad humidorii.
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