10. Victor Sinclair This was a 7” stick from the Po Boy II selection. The wrapper was much light than they have been coming lately so that was a little change of pace. Beyond the color it looked like Frankenstein’s cigar. The wrapper was wrinkled in several places with odd folds near the head. The cap looked as if it were torn from the leaf and gluesticked haphazardly on. It looked as if a first-timer rolled this one. It was soft with fill gaps that could be felt through the wrapper. I could easily use my thumb and forefinger to form it into a box-press shape.

When I punched the cigar the head split about ½” down the side. The draw was surprisingly tight and I discovered that was from a knot of tobacco under the band. The intial light was spicy and peppery. I was kind of surprised to get such a profile right off the bat. It settled down rather quickly into a kind of woody taste. The burn was horrible, sometimes going almost an inch astray before I would give in and correct it. The stick did have a nice earthiness that was void of the chemical overtones I have been picking up in other Po Boy cigars. Near the end of the stick the cap actually came off in my mouth and I said “to hell with it” and chucked it onto the interstate.

The single best part of the cigar: The flavor. It really wasn’t too bad and it was quite good at the very beginning.
The single worst part of the cigar: The burn. It was as queer as a football bat and never recovered on its own.
Overall rating on a scale of 1-10: 5.8 (This was a book that I should have judged by its cover.)