Cigar Reviews

My Love and My Cigar from Cigar Vashe

Clenched in my teeth, my favorite, Padron Anniversario. Smoke, hot on my tongue, curls along my face, caressing my skin. Clenched in my mind, memories of my lover.

The last smoke we shared, Island Montis number one. The leather case holding our sticks lay on the small round table between us. Underneath, our knees touched. Sigh escapes as the cover slides off. Perfectly capped brown beauties peek from the case. He rises, bending down his lips brush mine as he leaves to order drinks at the bar. I reach for the cigar case.

My skin is still awash in us, in him. I pull the Montis from the case, I can smell the leather, I can smell the heady musk of cured leaf. I roll one stick between my fingers. They are a perfectly rich, coffee bean brown. Cigar wrap oil, like oil from sun~heated skin; It is subtle, fragrant; Liquid silk. I clip the cap off, double bladed guillotine my preference. I look up, as the divine creature I adore approaches.

He places a B&B in front of me, the warm amber swirling in candlelight, sparkling, like the light in his brown eyes. This is the beginning of dessert.

He cuts the other cigar, we trade. I toast the end of mine, taking my time. I enjoy watching the tongue of flame coax soft curls of smoke, a glowing circle. I love the first feel of the stick on my lips. It is like spiced silk. I feel a soft tingling, drawing, clouds of smoke flow. The second draw, I breathe some in... oh I am flooded with hazelnuts, soft earthiness. It is like the faintest beckoning of what is on the horizon.

I look at him, blue smoke escaping his lips. Never is there a more happy, content, erotic moment, then this lingering, smoking together.

Island cigars, the Monti is exceptional, seem to have such blossoming flavors. The ashe was a beautiful blue~white flaking over dark gray. The pale flavor of nuts deepened into a richer musk. (God, I love that) A trail of spice wove into the smoke. The roll was even and tight, the draw was effortless with plumes of smoke. They burned evenly, as my love described them... "Oh Yeah"

Halfway through the smoke, I only ashed once. I was tasting a blend of exquisite nuance. Top notes of bittersweet chocolate and coffee, a slight sweetness there, deep musk of earth (I imagined dark moist soil), an intertwining of spice, like hot nutmeg.

A third left, and the spiciness increases, the tingle on my lips more intense. A coating on the palate, like a warm butter. He smiles, I know he is enjoying this as much as I. We exchange our contentment, our smoke collides and wraps together, floating to the ceiling somewhere. I am falling in love all over again.

The stick smoulders, but never too hot. The acrid feeling is slight. An inch from my fingertips, the wrapper is darkened from intensified oils. I decide to taste the smoke from his. A strong spice on the back of the throat now, intense on the lips. Billows of fragrant smoke. I smoked this stick to the nub. It is... "Oh Yeah!" I will gladly have another.

Padron Anniversario Maduro - Reviewed by CigarVashe

Last night, I came home from work and walked the girls. It was beautiful all day, but a wind and dark clouds were rolling in before some rain. I didn't make it back before getting soaked, but it felt good. I came in, peeled off my wet clothes, looked at the computer, but thought I needed to spend some time alone. Smoke a nice stick and search for the peace lacking these past few days. I chose the Padron Anniversary given to me from a friend. I grabbed some ice water, candles, gar tray, dogs and opened the bedroom door out onto my private porch for the first time this spring. The rain was falling softly, about 70 degrees still. The air was fresh and green smelling. I sat back in my smoking chair, cut the Padron, and inhaled it before lighting. Ohh very nice. Closing my eyes, I could scent that rich musky earth I love, the hint of taste to come. The cut was perfect. The wrapper was that beautiful soft brown of my favorite leather jacket, soft tooth, no perceivable veins. It had that slight box press. Rolling the stick between my fingers, it was firm, no looseness at all. I lit, easy, perfect circle that glowed heavenly in the dark. I drew, as easy as breathing. Lots of smoke, I sighed realizing this was going to be one of the finest smokes I've had. The complexity of flavours here, hard to seperate them....but first nice herbal, palest spice, and mild coffee. It left a wnderful creaminess behind that lasted the whole smoke. Smoke was cool, barely felt it pass my lips, inhaled the smoke rolling back from the end. I felt everything else fall away, stretching out my legs, watching the rain....the ash was perfect..circumference barely differed....firm white color, even throughout, the first ashe held for two inches, this beauty ashed only 3 times. A third in, the flavour intensified, a hint of floral began, more spice...and Caramel? Sipped some water, and closed my eyes....half way through then some...now some leather, stronger spice and some hints of cocoa and nuts. I smoked this to the nub, and it held perfectly. Smooth and creamy all the way to the end without any harshness. No wonder you all love them. Peace,

Vashe