No picture, this horrible waste of wrapped tobacco and time and space occupied in my little humidor - it doesn't deserve it. Until recently I wondered if my palate could distinguish between a good cigar and a dog rocket. I thought that even though I've been smoking many years, my limited choices may have hindered a developed palate. I was wrong. Early last year I was given a Rocky Patel Connecticut, I now know that it wasn't a generous offer, instead it was one of the same caliber when someone buys the generic brand of cookies from a gas station and is only happy to share.
This thing, over the past year, has been babied at a consistent 65% RH and a temperature never exceeding 72 degrees, and how does it repay me? It's gone out several times, it couldn't even think to burn evenly, and the taste! The taste is much like that of an ashtray. When the ash grew it went competely bland, but oh, oh, when the ash fell it had a taste that makes generic cigarettes seem like fine Fuente's. Never again.
This thing, over the past year, has been babied at a consistent 65% RH and a temperature never exceeding 72 degrees, and how does it repay me? It's gone out several times, it couldn't even think to burn evenly, and the taste! The taste is much like that of an ashtray. When the ash grew it went competely bland, but oh, oh, when the ash fell it had a taste that makes generic cigarettes seem like fine Fuente's. Never again.
