Fat chance you'll find a Maduro this confident in baggy jeans - the Wise Man Churchill struts in with its 7"x48 frame sporting that Mexican San Andrés wrapper that's darker than your ex's coffee order. Twenty-five of these Nicaraguan puros come packed in blood-red boxes at $263 a pop, screaming "I'm worth it" without saying a word.
First Third: That Maduro wrapper slaps your tongue with blackstrap molasses sweetness before settling into espresso crema territory. Smoke output's medium but dense - like fog rolling over a sugarcane field at dawn.
Middle Third: Jalapa binder flexes its muscles here - black pepper tingle mixes with damp earth and hickory smoke. Retrohale brings out baking spices you'd find in grandma's apple pie crust. Ash holds strong through this phase.
Final Third: Nicaragua's volcanic soil speaks loudest now - mineral notes cut through caramelized sweetness. The last inch gets frisky with leather and chili flake heat. Smart move to nub this before the tar train arrives.
The triple cap peels cleaner than a Navy SEAL's haircut. Wrapper's got that oily sheen promising minimal touch-ups. Draw starts snug but opens up after the first half-inch - like breaking in new leather boots. Burn line stays sharp enough to cut glass for 75% of the ride.
