I was a bad cigar smoker.
Shortly before Wizard World Chicago, I opened my smaller humidor and discovered about half a dozen cigars I had forgotten about. They were all smaller leftovers from here and there, and they had no humidifier to keep them company. Their papers were dry and brittle, and I figured they were done for, but I decided to put them in the main humidor to see if they would come back to life.
Yesterday I tried a small Dominique while the coals for the grill were warming up. I wasn’t all that taken with the first two attempts at Dominiques (this one is from the same set), but I wasn’t about to fire up one of my Romeos and have to put it out when supper was ready so I clipped the Dominique, grabbed some matches, and went outside.
The first few puffs were horrid. They were harsh and smoky, more like a brush fire than a fine cigar. I worried it didn’t have the time to soak up the humidity after returning it to proper conditions and it was still just too dry. However, just as I was about to chuck it, the flavor smoothed out a bit. I don’t know if the barrel had retained its proper moisture or if that had come back to life first, but once the foot burned back a quarter inch or so everything was fine.
This one was better constructed than its previous companions, as I didn’t get small bits of tobacco in my mouth and the ash clung in place for about a third of its length before I tapped it off. It had an easy draw that carried a mild, smoky flavor with a short finish. It burned down to the ring well before my burgers and sausages were done, and by the time I sat down to eat I could hardly tell I had a cigar; there was no lingering aftertaste and I didn’t smell it on my clothes or fingers.
Not a half bad cigar in all, and one that made the wife happy because she didn’t have to smell it afterwards.