Let's cut straight to this Nicaraguan puro - the Vegas Cubanas Coronas packs a 5.5" x 44 corona format with that signature My Father construction. At $6.84 per stick ($136.80/box), it's got that toothy Habano Rosado Claro wrapper you'll wanna nub right down to the Cuban-style triple cap. Expect decent nicotine heft here, straddling medium to full-bodied territory - better save this for after dinner.
The cold draw serves up damp earth and cedar kindling. Lighting brings an instant pepper spray to the nostrils - we're talking black peppercorn and cinnamon bark. Wait two minutes and caramel sweetness muscles through, like someone dumped brown sugar on a lumberyard floor.
Spice mellows to background static as oily leather takes over. Coffee grounds and charred cedar dominate now, with the smoke texture thickening like espresso foam. Watch that burn line - these tend to canoe if you rush the puffing.
Here's where the nicotine gremlins emerge. Earth morphs into volcanic soil minerality, pairing with 70% dark chocolate bitterness. The caramel note persists but gets buried under increasing tar buildup. Most guys I know ditch it with about 1.5" left unless they're masochists.
Rolled in Esteli using Jalapa Valley fillers beneath that Ecuadorian sun-grown wrapper. The "Vegas Cubanas" name nods to Cuban-seed tobacco traditions, but make no mistake - this is Nicaraguan terroir through and through. Those volcanic soils punch through in the final third's mineral bite.
