Author: Mr. Evening Draw
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My Father Blue vs. My Father La Lealtad – Bury the Leaf Some cigars are just cigars. Others walk into the humidor already carrying a storyline. My Father’s Honduran duo—Blue and La Lealtad—definitely fall into the second category. Blue was the opening salvo: the Garcia family’s first full production line rolled start‑to‑finish in Honduras, built…
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My Father La Lealtad – Bury the Leaf Some cigars show up with expectations baked into the band. My Father La Lealtad is one of them. It walks in carrying three different stories at once: the Garcia family’s Honduran operation flexing again after Blue, that familiar ornate My Father branding promising craft, and an Ecuadorian…
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My Father Blue – Bury the Leaf Every once in a while a cigar ends up carrying more weight than the ring gauge suggests. My Father Blue is one of those. It’s not just another Garcia blend with a pretty band; it’s the family’s flag planted squarely in Honduran soil, their first full production line…
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La Aroma De Cuba Edicion Especial – Bury the Leaf Every now and then you light a cigar that feels less like a random pull from the humidor and more like a standing appointment you scheduled with yourself weeks ago. This La Aroma de Cuba Edición Especial No. 1 was one of those. It showed…
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Rojas Street Tacos Al Pastor – Bury the Leaf There are cigars you light because you’re curious.There are cigars you light because you’re bored.And then there are cigars you light because, deep down, you already know exactly how this story ends before the foot ever sees a flame. The Rojas Street Taco Al Pastor landed…
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Bariay 1492 Black – Bury the Leaf Bariay 1492 Black Label walks in like it already believes its own press release. Mexican San Andrés Maduro wrapper. Nicaraguan guts from Estelí, Condega, and Ometepe. Full‑bodied, medium strength. “Maduro for all.” “Clean‑crafted.” “Chemical‑free.” Dark chocolate, roasted coffee, black pepper, cedar, and aged wood if you believe the…
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Perdomo Habano Connecticut – Bury the Leaf Somewhere along the way, “Connecticut” stopped meaning what a lot of us thought it meant. For years, that pale blond wrapper was code for soft, safe, and mostly forgettable. It was the stick you handed to the new guy or the one you grabbed with a mug of…
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Crowned Heads Mil Dias – Bury the Leaf There are cigars you buy because you’ve researched them, hunted them down, and convinced yourself they’re going to change your life. Then there are cigars you buy because Cigar Page throws a number on the screen so low it feels disrespectful not to click “add to cart.”…
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Henry Clay War Hawk Toro – Bury the Leaf Some cigars earn their place in the humidor. Others end up there because CigarPage caught you at the exact wrong moment—somewhere between curiosity and justifying a deal that didn’t need much justification to begin with. The Henry Clay War Hawk Toro was never meant to be a centerpiece cigar. It wasn’t hunted down, it didn’t come with a…
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Alec Bradley Pensado Toro – Bury the Leaf I have a confession. A fairly embarrassing confession, actually. I had absolutely no idea the Alec Bradley Prensado was a former Cigar of the Year. None. Not when I bought it. Not when it arrived. Not when it disappeared into the humidor. Not during the better part…