The life of Cogsworth Q. Titsby is one most everyone is envious of. Not many people get to enjoy the company of a mighty fine woman, whilst concurrently taking pleasure in the most excellent Scotch Whiskies in the world, along with frequent samples of the most supreme luxury life has to offer – a hand-made Cuban Cigar. Of course – with so few people able to do it – all the more reason for Cogsworth to take the lead. Today, the first of many Cigar reviews from The Bullpen’s resident aficionado.
Cigar: Bolivar Coronas Extra
Size – Franciscos, a Corona size that’s just a smidge wider than a regular Corona. If you’re a cigar smoker, right now you’re thinking, “Oh ok, so an average sized cigar. Cool.” If you’re not a cigar smoker, you’re wondering what the bloody fuck I’m talking about. It doesn’t matter. Look at the damn pictures if you care how big the cigar is.
Vintage – 1995 (no box code)
Source – A great friend of mine with whom I traded cigars, Patrick.
Appearance – A light Colorado wrapper, this cigar feels very low-key. It doesn’t scream out sophistication, but looking at it makes me feel like it doesn’t have to. It knows it’s going to be a good smoke. Not tightly rolled, which is a welcome change for me – I’ve had bad luck recently with tightly plugged cigars.
Accompanying Beverage: Ardbeg 10 Year Single Malt. Go big or go home.
Pre-Light Draw – Easy draw with a hint of a pull – just perfect.
First Couple of Puffs – SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICY! Holy shit, we’re in for a pepper storm today, boys! This cigar has got it GOING!
First Third – Probably one of the strongest cigars I’ve smoked in a long time. Good God – the pepper is in gloriously full display! Every puff brings a spicy party onto my tongue, and everyone’s invited! Luckily, it’s not a one-trick pony – a rounded, sweet aftertaste helps to frame the spice, bringing you back for more after each draw. The balance is remarkable – this is why people age their cigars gents.
The pepper has receded just a bit, and revealed more of a cookie-dough sweetness to the flavour profile. It’s truly astounding – as one powerful palette of flavours moves back, an equally complex and diametrically opposed set of tastes sweeps up to take their place. This cigar is truly a testament to the art of cigar rolling.
For. Fuck. Sake. That’s a hell of a smoke.
Final Third – You know how you can smoke a cigar, and as it nears the end, it kind of gets bitter, mungy, and you wonder why you persist in finishing it? None of that here! This cigar keeps on rolling! Sweetness mixing with an earthy tone, all the while blasted by frequently returning waves of pepper spice to keep me on my toes the entire length of the cigar. I love every second. I smoke this cigar down to the nub – almost burned my fingers. It was worth it.
Overall Thoughts: If you could find these cigars for sale, I’d say to fucking buy them. However, you bloody well can’t. They are well-known to cigar fans, who long ago snapped them up to age in their humidors. They were damn smart to do so, and are reaping the benefits now. I got to enjoy this, thanks to the good graces of a fellow Brother of the Leaf, one to which I’m very grateful, because this was one of the finest cigars I’ve ever smoked. Wherever you are, Patrick – Thank you! This was a cigar for the ages. Balance, strength, evolution of flavour – it had it all. I wouldn’t say this for many cigars – but it nearly overpowered the Ardbeg whiskey, one of the finest distilleries in Scotland and that’s saying something.
Final Score – 98. A hint more evolution and a more even burn would have made this a perfect 100. Not that I give a flying fuck – this was a ridiculously great cigar, regardless.
Until next time, chaps!