Smokin Harley sent me this stick*:
First, let me say his band has got me inspired. I've been trying bands that I buy from a printer, but the stickum they use tends to yank patches of habano off the stick, even tho it's not strong enough to hold the band on. His band is printed as blurry as you see there, tho. I gotta find a way to make a clearer image. I have a color printer her, but I nearly never print anything. It's a digital age, right? He appeared to use scotch tape. I wonder what kinda mucilage would hold a band on?
Look at the round head on that stick. Perfect hemisphere. If you clipped two of them and glued them together you could make a perfectly round basketball for a hamster. Or rather a gerbil -- gerbils jump higher. I have no idea what's in this stick. The wrapper is obviously maduro. Rough textured. The shape is grand. Perfectly cylindrical, even head to foot. Tho the foot is left summut shaggity. Not much odor ... sticks without cello tend to lose their wrapper odor. But it tastes distinctly salty sweaty leather. Not much more than that from the unlit draw.
Once I lit it, I got a cool scanty smoke, tasting of dark chocolate, sweet coffee, and a hint of woody char. It reminds me quite a bit of an Alec Bradley Black Market. I settled back in the porch rocker with a bottle of rum and Bob's Uses of History book. But I never needed the rum. This stick did not clog my tongue at all -- never needed a mouthwash. Probably because the smoke volume remained scanty and the smoke remained cool. But also because it mellowed out about fifteen minutes in. Burnt right, burnt straight, for the longest time. Just would not put out much. It may be this cigar would benefit from more girth. It was only, I'd say, about a 47 ring gauge; where I would estimate the Black Market is more like 52. Makes it stingy. Made a black ash that fell easily.
The biggest surprise was on the retrohale: a distinct mushroom odor would fill my head. I don't mean I smelled mushroom; I mean it filled my head. ... and that retro would make me dizzy, too. Long about 2/3 of the way down, It started to tunnel, and I was so dizzy by then I let it go out. Hadn't eaten dinner yet, so, dizzy.
No much stinkfinger, last night.
This morning, sweet coffee morning mouth. No wheeze.
* wish I took better focused pictures. Some day I'll get a cell with a better camera in it.