This Mexican-wrapped torpedo demands attention with its box-pressed 5"x56 frame carrying medium-full intensity. Packed with Nicaraguan guts under that San Andrés cloak, it's Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues" translated into smoke - dark, brooding and unapologetically bold. At $10/stick in 24-count boxes, serious smokers get prison break intensity without breaking the bank.
The oily maduro wrapper glistens like prison bars under rain. Initial puffs release scorched earth and molasses sweetness, nicotine hitting faster than a jailhouse door slam. By the second third, black pepper joins espresso grounds and damp cedar notes - the cigar equivalent of bootleg whiskey burning down your throat.
Rolled at My Father's Estelí factory, these need 62% humidity to prevent wrapper cracks. The box-press sharpens flavor concentration but demands slower pacing - rip through it like an escape attempt and the 56-ring gauge turns harsh. Paired best with barrel-proof bourbon or black coffee, it's last-meal satisfaction in cigar form.
