Unco B's Stogie Diary

I’ve smoked a lot of AJ Fernandez cigars, so I came into the Privada American Bully with some expectations. His fingerprints are there, but this cigar has a personality all its own. As it revealed itself, I found myself thinking about my old American Bulldog, Rocky. Before long, I was…

Smoking the Fratello Arlequín is like looking at Salvador Dali’s Lincoln in Dali-Vision. From a distance it has a familiar shape, but move in closer, and it reveals a complexity hiding in plain sight.

Another winner from Paul Stulac. Sometimes I think I should just automatically give Paul Stulac cigars a high rating and be done with it. If you’ve had the original Toro, you’re in for a big surprise.

Top down, Wayfarers on, arm resting on the door panel. The Attaie Edición Limitada Perfecto has me cruising the PCH along Malibu in a ’67 Chevelle convertible, with a big smile on my face.

Complexity like an artillery battalion carpet bombing a target, yet an expansive profile that gave me plenty of room to wander. This is one for the ages!

This cigar blows me away. It is one of the only cigars I’ve smoked where I fully experienced the blender’s intent before I even knew what it was. Everything I wrote in my notes matched the meaning I later discovered behind the blend. And I’ll just give it away now:…