In a Marxist-tinged summary, one could say that we enjoyed a grunty cedar, cocoa and coffee grind base with cocoa on the ascendant... enhanced with an incisive orange peel, cinnamon, and harissa (or perhaps cayenne pepper) superstructure. Put all this together and you have a two course moroccan dinner washed down with turkish coffee. So where Henry Clay found peace, we found a taste of the Middle East... in Por Larranaga. For such a small, relatively young (2-3 years old) cigar, it really was rich and intriguing. It really is such a shame that many of them are stricken with tight draws and knots at the top (around the band).
Fortunately, this one was gastronomic poetry in motion... proving once again that sitting down and concentrating on a good cigar is food for the mind, the soul, and the 6 senses. Tihei mauri ora!!!
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