Wrapper: Ecuadorian Connecticut Shade
Size: 5 x 52
Price: $5.25 by the box…$6.50 by the 5 pack.
The cigar comes in many sizes and shapes: Petit Robusto: 4.5 x 50, Belicoso: 5.5 x 52, Toro: 6 x 54, Toro Gordo: 6 x 60, Robusto (5.25 x 52), Super Gordo (5.75 x 66), and the box press (6.125 x 52).
There is a blending of 2 different kinds of Nicaraguan tobacco. One tobacco is grown by Garcia, and his father, Pepin. The other is from the Oliva Tobacco Company of Tampa, Florida.
I am used to seeing Ecuadorian Connecticut Shade wrappers lighter than this stick. Also, no detectable reddish hue. It has a few minor veins and it’s a bit rustic. The wrapper is slightly toothy. There is no oily sheen.
OK, here’s that part I hate. Telling you about my sniff-o-rama. Any cigar containing mostly Nicaraguan tobacco pretty much smell the same: hay, cocoa, and sweet. There you go. Bet you knew that already.
I punch it and let ‘er rip.
Like all Garcia cigars, the first puff is red pepper. But it’s not the blast you might get in the other blends. At the same time, it becomes creamy. I have never had a cigar that is creamy on the second puff. There is also some cedar spice.
The burn line is close to being spot on….we’ll see.
I like Garcia cigars with extreme prejudice. Since I smoked my first one 10 years ago, I fell in love with the spicy component in Pepin’s blends. So this review ain’t going to change my mind. But I will try to point out the finesse of the cigar.
Just a bit in, the stick becomes a bit tart. Like lemon zest or maybe tangerine zest. That’s nice.
The cigar starts out in the medium mode. No creeping.
I love the citrusy flavor. Amazingly, I am not getting any cocoa flavor. There is a bit of dryness to the finish.
The sweetness from the Ecuadorian wrapper is always an equalizer. Hence, the slight tartness and the creaminess works well with the spiciness. And at the 1” mark, the spiciness is still on the mild side. Not your granddaddy’s Garcia blend.
Another thing I like about Garcia blends….most are good to go for a decent smoke right away. No need to age them for 6 months, although that does enhance the flavor and body. If you’re smart, you will allow them 3 weeks rest and you get a very nice experience.
The price point on this stick is excellent. I can’t think of many other sticks that are this good at $5 retail.
Back to the cigar….as I finish the first third, the spiciness is burning a hole in my tongue. Yee-Hah!!! Burn away, baby!
The same flavors are burning away in the second third. No change to the flavor profile. But I’m happy right where it is at. I love that there is no cocoa. I get so tired of reporting that some stick has a milk chocolate, dark chocolate, baking chocolate flavor.
By eliminating the cocoa component, the cigar takes us on another journey of spice, creaminess, and citrus. It’s a nice change up.
The last third brings out some woodiness. It ramps up the whole cigar profile. The flavors are showing like a multiplex movie theatre. Each flavor takes up an entire screen.
The cigar smooths out and the flavors find their own pocket. The creaminess and spiciness are a perfect match and I’m burping orange…or lemon. Who the hell knows?
By the end of the stick, it has morphed to full bodied.
Overall, this is a good, affordable stick. It doesn’t have the sophistication of some of Garcia’s other blends, but it stands on its own two feet…or is that three?
I could smoke these every day and at a bit over $5, I can.
And now for something completely different:
I was hurtling through space at 185mph with a human being on my back. We were bullet diving straight down. There is no sensation of flying. Straight, no nonsense, unabashed falling. Only TV and the movies make it seem like flying.
While in that position, the jerk on my back pulls the rip cord. The jolt nearly took my head off and snapped it back so hard that I clocked the asshole in the jaw and knocked him out.
We had intitially left the plane at 19,000 feet. The view is God provoking.
As I waited for small talk or even directions, there was only silence. I knocked my “experienced” jump master out cold. I tried to turn around to slap him or spit in his face, but we were too tightly bound to each other.
At about the 2000 foot level, I tried to grab the guide cords but they were entangled around fuck face.
I had absolutely no control of the drop.
I did the only thing I could do: Piss my pants.
Several hundred feet above the ground, my screaming like a little Catholic school girl in the priest’s office, woke him up.
All he could do was mumble…that’s because I broke his jaw. But that was nothing compared to what he was about to do to me.
We somehow, through the grace of God, managed to hit the huge drop zone at about 40-45mph….head first.
Because I had paid extra for a jumper to video tape my jump, the morons had convinced me not to wear a helmet so they could see my face better in the finished production.
30 feet from the ground, we tipped forward and my head hit the ground first and then, together, we dug a 15 foot long trench with my pate. The loamy dirt saved my life. So many jumpers had made the ground soft and so as we dug the tunnel to freedom, I went lower and lower into the ground….until I was no longer visible.
I felt my spine crunch. A very strange sound….and then I passed out. The video shows people running to help. Instead of calling an ambulance, they helped me to my feet and got the gear off of me. I stumbled back to the office where they had me sit down. I had no idea what was going on.
When I came to, they put me in my car and sent me on my way.
And that way was a new life of pain and suffering. TA-DA!