28. Joya del Jefe
Back with another 7” wonder from the Po Boy II. It had a light wrapper with small veins all the way down its length. It had an even fill and a pretty solid looking foot. The cap was great and it didn’t have any knicks or splits in it. I punched it and was really surprised to find out loose the draw was for a cigar that felt so firm. There weren’t any notable flavors on the cold draw, but it did have a faint sweetness about it. I don’t know if I’ve just become desensitized to crap, but this cigar looked pretty nice to me. {hangsheadinshameforsayingthatoutloud}

This one began with much promise and similar to my aspirations in life, spiraled downward until it reached the equivalent of “sad man writing online reviews of crappy cigars for free” It had a medium body and wisps of cedar came through early in the stick. The burn was good and it produced a very nice quantity of smoke (not like a Papa Fritas, but getting there.) There was a bit of spice in the retrohale but nothing overwhelming. Towards the second third of the stick I got the taste of black walnuts (particularly the mild bitterness), and then a fragrant taste like black walnuts in a 1-800-FLOWERS arrangement. Alas however, it had peaked. Before too long it tasted like nothing more than an old wet shoe and before I could get into the final third the wrapper began to unfurl and attempted to shed itself when I ashed out the car window. It tried so hard- close…but no cigar.

The single best part of the cigar: The amount of smoke was a pleasant chage as most Po Boys have been stingy in that regard.
The single worst part of the cigar: The flavor that seemed like someone dug up a pair of Voits that I was wearing back in the early 90s, dipped them in the tub and shoved them into my mouth.
Overall rating on a scale of 1-10: 5.3 (Not only did the flavor turn on me like a lady of the night when she realizes you were going to try and pay with your debit card, but then the stick just feel apart in my hand)