Worst ever?
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A Huge Nerd
Lee-Hair-Oh
5 Vegas Gold
There have been a lot of turds over the years but the ones that come to mind are from my first year of smoking. Gurkha Blue Steel and 5 Vegas Relic are probably tied for the worst.
There were two...
- Before I was a cigar smoker it was a Macanudo. It was so bad it kept me away from cigars for a good five years. It left the absolute worst taste in my mouth for a couple days following the smoke.
- Worst after I started being an avid smoker... a CAO that came in a square pressed gold tube. Tasted like poison. Back then I used to lick before cutting and it was so bad it never even got cut. Immediate ditch to the ash can.
*EDIT*
It as a CAO 65th Anniversary
- Before I was a cigar smoker it was a Macanudo. It was so bad it kept me away from cigars for a good five years. It left the absolute worst taste in my mouth for a couple days following the smoke.
- Worst after I started being an avid smoker... a CAO that came in a square pressed gold tube. Tasted like poison. Back then I used to lick before cutting and it was so bad it never even got cut. Immediate ditch to the ash can.
*EDIT*
It as a CAO 65th Anniversary
I picked up a fiver of Victor Sinclair from CBID because they were only $7 and, hey, how bad can they be? After two gagging puffs I fed the cigar to the woods in the hope that the God of Good Cigars would forgive my transgression. Thankfully he or she did because I have had quite a few good cigars since then. I still feel ashamed and hope noobs can learns from me, cheap $ on CBID does not necessarily= a bargain.
5 Vegas can probably claim at least spot 2-4 on my worst list. Thirs not a sampler I've regretted buying more than that one.
Worst taste I've ever gotten from a cigar was from one of my favorite, a Padron 1964 anni imperial maduro that started leaking tar/goo from the head. tasted so gross. I almost got rid of my whole stash when a couple of them did it in a row. Maybe they were too humid or it was too humid outside and I was smoking too fast (doubt I was smoking too fast). I also hadn't learned to purge yet. Regardless, hasn't happened again really so still one of my favs.
icehog3
Outlaw Hockey Biker
Tamboril
I decide to smoke the Tamboril in the parking garage near where I work. Pulling the cigar from its cellophane jail, I swear I have seen this cigar before. Finally, it comes to me…it is just the same as the Cuban Cohibas I bought from the guy walking the beach in Cancun last summer. A squeeze reveals a spongy construction, much like a contraceptive sponge prior to insertion.
Pre-light draw
The pre-light draw is a taste to remember…its what I imagine sucking powdered goat feces through a straw made of petrified moose $hit might taste like. I contemplate quitting the contest and sending Dave back his extra smokes, but decide that if I can have a root canal with no anesthesia, I can smoke this cigar.
The smoke
As I toast the end, the smell of the Killing Fields of Cambodia is what I perceive. All the pain and torture endured there seems only slightly worse than the experience I am beginning. The first draw fills my mouth with smoke that would be better suited for a fire at a tire factory, but I press on, knowing that I must help Dave find some answers to his dilemma. My head begins to pound like a headboard in a Ginger Lynn movie, but I puff again, trying to keep the smoke in and the bile down. The cigar is burning sideways and fast, and finally I can take no more. I see a homeless man walking by in his filthy clothes, and I ask him to spit in my mouth to take away the taste of the Tamboril. He obliges and the stale taste of Mad Dog 20/20 and Virginia Slims is a welcome change. I offer him the remainder of the cigar as a reward for his kind gesture, and he slugs me square in the mouth. The mixture of my own blood and the Mogan David remain with me on my journey home for the second part of my adventure.
Cremosa
I take the Cremosa out of its wrapper, and am immediately overwhelmed by the scent of Miss Locascio’s house. Miss L was the woman on our block with 72 cats, 3 ferrets and a nasty flatulence problem. The cigar feels harder than the mattress at the Motel 6 and has the same color as the middle of horrorview’s prescription thong.
Pre-light draw
The pre-light draw feels looser than an Irish hooker on St Patrick’s Day. I long for the taste of spit and blood again as I taste the rancid pork washed down with spoiled milk flavor that the Cremosa offers.I shudder as I reach into my pocket for my lighter. As I contemplate my next move, Chevy Chase appears on my shoulder…”See the cigar, hog….be the cigar”….I flick my bic.
The smoke
The smell of the cigar is a familiar one….the smoke smells like the water that leaks out of a dumpster behind a Mexican restaurant on a 95 degree day. My head swims with irrational thoughts….”should I slit my wrists?”….”should I eat a bullet?”…..”should I watch 'American Idol'?”. Finally, sanity creeps back in, and I rush to the sink. No time for the Drew Estates Dave included as a palate cleanser, I reach for the Liquid Plumber and greedily chug from the bottle. The second degree burns scorching my tongue bring welcome relief from the taste of the Craposa. In the ambulance, the paramedic asks ”what is that rancid pork and spoiled milk smell on your breath”, even as he stabilizes my vital signs. I will live, he tells me, and by the way, he found my cigar and saved it for me. I wonder if they will have any sharp items in my hospital room?
So the loser… or the winner…of the worst of the worst…Cremosa. Thanks a lot Dave…I will send you the hospital bills.
