My Father El Centurion H-2K-CT Toro

The Numbers

·       Wrapper: H-2K-CT Hybrid Connecticut

·       Vitola: Toro

·       Cut: Straight Guillotine

·       Pairing: Sparkling Water

·       Price Paid: $6.94

·       Source: CigarPage.com Mystery Pack

·       Smoke Time: 2:01

·       Humidor Conditions: ~67% RH / ~69°F

·       Evening Draw Score: 🎖️🎖️ 2 Bands

Bury the Leaf

This cigar feels like the friend everybody likes but nobody texts first.

The My Father El Centurion H-2K-CT Toro is smooth, approachable, and undeniably competent. Construction mostly held together, the wrapper behaved, and the profile evolved enough to stay interesting. But for me personally? It never crossed into memorable territory.

If you’re a Connecticut smoker looking for something smoother and more refined with a little Garcia-family pepper woven in, this is probably right in your wheelhouse.

If you’re looking for a cigar that makes you pause mid-puff and mutter “HOE-LEE-SHIT”… this ain’t that cigar.

And honestly: I can’t knock it because it’s underwhelming for everyone, but it is underwhelming for me.

Construction & First Impressions

Right out of the gate, this thing looks better than your average Connecticut, so we’ll chalk that up to the hybrid influence. The wrapper carries a richer caramel tone instead of that pale “airport lounge complimentary cigar” color some Connecticuts drift into.

Traditional ornate My Father presentation with a beautiful double band, ribboned foot, and premium feel, but there was a slight defect in one layer of what appeared to be a triple cap.  Good news for those of you new to this cigar game – you cut that off like a crazy uncle with a gambling problem anyway.

Cold draw brought hay, subtle pepper, and a creamy vanilla note off the foot that immediately had me thinking: “This thing next to a Russell’s 10 could be dangerous.”

There are signs of quality craftsmanship here, but this isn’t one of those cigars that demands your attention.

First Third

The opening starts mild, creamy, and honestly pretty pleasant.

Vanilla cream hangs around the palate while the traditional Garcia-family pepper quietly reminds you: “Hey buddy… I’m still here.”

The burn wasn’t perfect, but it also wasn’t disastrous. Think: “Ole Can’t Get Right.”

A little over an inch in, the ash starts leaning like it spent one too many right-handed teenage sessions in the basement turning the family computer into Patient Zero.

Slightly uneven. Slightly crooked. But manageable.

Around that same spot in the journey, the profile started morphing into what I lovingly dubbed “Creamspice.” Not quite cream. Not quite spice. Just living somewhere in the middle like it pays taxes in both states.

And here’s the truth: it was enjoyable… but already becoming forgettable.

Second Third

This is where the cigar started having an identity crisis.

Maybe it’s bipolar, because the mouthfeel says pepper while the retrohale says: “Hey, I’m still creamy.”

Then came the infamous “Tongue Tingle” — that subtle pepper sensation that sits on the tongue without ever becoming harsh.

By this point it becomes A Tale of 2 Burns.

One side charging ahead while the other looked like it forgot there was a race happening.

Twice the ash had to be dumped because the cigar got choked out under its own discharge.

To its credit: no unraveling, no catastrophic tunneling, and wrapper integrity stayed solid.

Then finally… some actual leather showed up.

Not “artisan saddle leather harvested under a blood moon.” Just: “Hey. There’s a legit leather thing going on now.”

Final Third

By the backstretch, cream had officially left the building.

“Cream? Cream? Cream?” (Bueller voice) — She gone.

Pepper took over completely while a weird nutty flavor entered the chat.

We’re calling it Brazil Nut. Because nobody likes those anyway.  Unpleasant?  No, but also not directly identifiable.

The cigar finally showed the most evolution here, but it arrived a little too late for me personally.

Millennium of Aftermath

Let’s be fair:
• Is it hot garbage? Absolutely not. It’s a My Father.
• Does it smoke well enough? Yep.
• Did it maintain integrity? Also yes.
• Would Connecticut fans probably enjoy it? Definitely.

But if I only had $7 in my pocket, I’m not pulling this stick.

The Garcia name alone almost dragged this into 3-band territory for me, but I can’t justify it based on memorability.

Does it blow my skirt up? Also nope.

This cigar never offended me. It just never excited me either.

Solid cigar. Good construction. Respectable evolution. Zero “HOE-LEE-SHIT” moments.

Evening Draw Band Score

🎖️🎖️ — 2 Bands
“Probably somebody’s favorite cigar — just not mine.”