Birthday Taboada Robusto

[Moglman]

I had a very nice Taboada Robusto on my birthday. It was rolled in late '05. There were 100 degree temperatures during the day, so I waited until after sunset. I was on the deck, stiff, gusty breeze, and still quite warm.

The smell cold is strong coffee and barnyard. I didn't test the draw until after lighting due to the pigtail on the head, but after lighting found this a very open draw, but not quite a wind tunnel thank God.

Strong, hard black pepper from first light to about an inch in. Through the first third, pepper predominated but it did begin to mitigate slightly with leather hints and not so much nasal torment. The burn required a single touch up, even with the breeze, and the ash didn't want to let go.

It settled somewhat into the 2nd third, and showed a great deal of other spices, difficult for me to place, but definitely contradictory to the black pepper. The second half was remarkably complex, with tastes of sweet cream, leather and mocha/espresso underneath a muted spicy overtone.

This cigar was a wonderful end to a good day. I think I can improve on the environment when I try another in a year or so.

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» Strong, hard black pepper from first light to about an inch in.

Ain't that what they like on the Big Rock Candy Mountain...?

Good review of a good cigar. Thanks, and Happy Birthday, Moglman!

[Moglman]

» » Strong, hard black pepper from first light to about an inch in.

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» Ain't that what they like on the Big Rock Candy Mountain...?

» Good review of a good cigar. Thanks, and Happy Birthday, Moglman!

Pepper good! The strength of it was surprising initially.

Big Rock Candy Mountains

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning

Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning

I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains

So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright

Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night

Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day

On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees

Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs

And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs

The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay

Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow

Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks

And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks

The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind

There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too

You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin

And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in

There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks

I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day

Where they hung the jerk that invented work

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains