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Juan Lopez Adon Exclusivo Libano at Byblos Fuego Launch

Have a Cigar: Juan Lopez Adon

Chris Khatsch1 Comment

Name: Juan Lopez Adon

Country: Cuba

Shape: Parejo

Size: (5 1/8 inches x 55)

Strength: Medium

I’d have liked it to be a tiny bit stronger, but the medium-bodied Juan Lopez Adon gave me a good time nonetheless. I smoked it until the fire kissed my lips and my fingers burned. I paired the first half with Dalmore 15 and the second half with Glenfiddich 15. Good stuff indeed.

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Branding: Definitely looks like a Cuban cigar. Reminds me a little bit of Romeo y Julieta.

Construction: Good. No weak spots.

Pre-light: Promising. Light. Caramel.

Cut: Straight cut.

Burn: The first third was trouble, but it evened out after that.

Duration: 60 minutes.

Draw: Excellent.

Smoke: It produced a good amount of smoke. Nothing to complain about here.

Ash: Mediocre.

Flavor: Bread, wood, cappuccino, nutmeg. Gamy hints.

Smoking a Nica Rustica at Mareva, Lebanon.

Have a Cigar: Nica Rustica El Brujito

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Name: Nica Rustica El Brujito

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: Toro (6 inches x 52)

Strength: Full

Happy I tried the Nica Rustica because I loved it. Smoked it at the lounge, and I’ll be smoking more of it for sure. Great price, great value, great everything.

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Branding: Young and brave. As if it were made to be a party cigar.

Construction: No weak spots.

Pre-light: Promising. Coffee, barnyard, and green capsicum.

Cut: Straight cut, as almost always.

Burn: Slow and even. No problems.

Duration: 120 minutes.

Draw: Excellent.

Smoke: Reminded me of steam locomotives.

Ash: Good.

Flavor: Dark roast coffee, some spices, cashew, and wood.

Herrera Esteli Norteno Robusto Grande Maduro at a bar in Monot, Beirut.

Have a Cigar: Norteño Robusto Grande

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Name: Norteño Robusto Grande

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Box-Pressed

Size: (5 1/2 inches x 54)

Strength: Medium to Full

Last cigar of the night,
paired with a pint of lager.

I’m drunk,
my stomach is full,
and life is good, overall.

A bearable boredom
and a sleeping fear of death
overshadowed by exhaustion.

All I want to do is smoke.
All I want to do is get lost in thoughts.

I want to burn
this time that I have.
I want to burn
parts of my past.
I want to burn all that I suffer from,
and from its ashes I want to see a phoenix rise
and swallow Icarus
and give birth to a new sun.

I am drunk again.

The alcohol brings back old memories,
the good and the bad,
as well as the moldy secrets
that have been kept in the cellar
for a few eternities.
I entertain myself with them briefly before
I let them rise with the smoke
and disappear.

Suddenly,

I know who I was, who I am, and who I want to be.
Tonight, I’m sitting with the three of them.
But there’s a chance I’ll never
sit to drink with them again
if I choose to change
and become a better man.