Who here knows how to put in a claim for a package stolen by the post office?
Here's the deal: Jason sent me three boxes of cigars. Good cigars. Great cigars. Such great cigars, in fact, that those package sorters at USPS, who are ordinarily such models of probity, caught a sniff of them, tore into the box with a pack of matches and bad intent, and by the time they were done, here is all that was left:
A single pigtail cigar, a shred of cedar lining out of one of these boxes, and a boveda pack.
I can't blame our friends at USPS. These cigars were a great blend. Piloto Cubano and Criollo 98 viso, double bound in an unidentified thing Jason called "banda" (banda means binder in Spanish), then wrapped in Habano 2000. This blend is nearly identical to the Uppowoc Criollotos I rolled, bound in the same Habano they were wrapped with. Coincidentally, I burnt the last of these just yesterday on the porch.
The one remaining stick which the Post Office did let get through, it was pretty smooshy soft -- especially in the foot. Probably from too much handling, I suppose. Great shape tho, don't you think? Great color, too. An odor of damp earth. Woodsy at the foot. That Habano wrapper, it's unlit taste can't be beat. Popped the pigtail off to try the draw. It drew free and easy; tasted toasty, with a touch of cinnamon. A single match lit this stick right up. Tons of smoke volume right from the go. A but harsh right off the match; but that would be cured with a couple months of age. Rich earth, mild cinnamon spice, good strength. Some wood on the retrohale. A rich aroma that filled the garage. Best way to describe the flavor I can think of is, a perfect accompaniment is a sip of tequila anejo. The smoke did have me spitting a couple times ... but that is a sign a stick needs a couple months to mellow out. The only negative I can think of is the foot was bound so loose that the burn got real weird, like so:
... so I had to trim and re-light.
Burnt for an hour. Left me with cinnamon on the lips, and a pungent stink-finger which I can still smell. I know from experience this blend will leave me a morning mouth which goes well with coffee.
So how do we get this debacle straight with the post office? Anyone know? I dunno that they were insured. Three boxes, I'm thinking is a six hundred dollar claim. As for next time, I'm thinking what we ought to do, Jason, is you go ahead and roll me up another three boxes, and I'll ride Sopowa out to Chicago and pick them in person, so they don't get ripped off. It's only a couple thousand miles round trip. Well worth the ride. Send me directions to your place. Chicago tolls suck donkey dongs, so route me around those, please.
Let me know when they're ready.