When the Garcia family decided to crank up their blending game, they birthed the My Father The Judge Corona Gorda - a box-pressed Nicaraguan puro that'll slap your taste buds awake. This 5⅝"x46 stick comes packed 23 to a box at $240.12, wrapped in oily Ecuadorian Sumatra leaf over double Nicaraguan binders and homegrown fillers. Think of it as their original My Father line's roided-up cousin who bench-presses coffee beans.
The triple-seam cap snips clean, revealing a cold draw with looming earthiness. Lighting up unleashes:
Black pepper uppercut to the sinuses, settling into leather saddle and charred oak notes. Thick smoke coats like espresso syrup, nicotine grip registering at 6/10.
Mocha foam emerges under fading pepper. Burn stays razor-straight, ash holding over 1.5". Retrohale stings less now, revealing burnt caramel edges.
Tar buildup around band territory. Savory shift to mushroom umami and mineral twang. Strong nicotine hit demands slow pacing - finish in 75 mins unless you're masochistic.
Rolled in Esteli's STG factory, this cigar combines Jalapa's sweet corojo with Condega's mineral-heavy leaf. The box-press isn't just for show - it creates draft channels that prevent canoeing in humid climates. Aging potential? Let it hibernate 12+ months to mellow the volcanic soil bite.
