APRIL 12, 2022 - PHIL KURUT, COMEDY - CIGARS - MUSIC
CROWNED HEADS LE PÂTISSIER LONSDALE (6 1/2 x 44)
WRAPPER: U.S.A. CONNECTICUT BROADLEAF
BINDER: NICARAGUA
FILLER: COSTA RICA, NICARAGUA
Pat brings a very dark presence. Goth? Earth, wood, chocolate, and cream all succumb to the darkness. Same on the retrohale. Dark wood speaks over a subtle dark coffee. The finish lingers with more darkness by way of dark soil more than anything else. A touch of coffee can be detected but only with some extra searching.
The draw flows with the slightest bit of resistance, and the smoke output holds at average. Average is fine, right?
Flavors begin to fade prematurely, leaving me with dark earth. Everything passing through leaves a coat of dry dirt. Reminds me of working in a field in the summer. Dirt is always in the air, infiltrating the senses with every breath. You get used to it.
The burn line and ash compete for top trophy. Both are excellent. I still haven’t bought into the “everyone gets a trophy” mindset. Old school, I guess.
Dancing the line between dark and harsh, the finish appears to be conflicted. Just depends how I move my mouth around.
Fruit, quite a bit lighter than what Pat has been giving me, begins to quietly peek through. Coffee drops like a waterfall onto the finish, washing away any sweetness that might have been.
Cream attempts to chip away at Pat’s rough and dark persona, but Pat continues down his path. Brooding? Batman? Tragic backstory? Alfred keeps trying. Bless his soul.
Dark chocolate joins cream in an effort to provide a bit of something more, but Patman pursues darkness, keeping a strong hold on dark earth.
In an attempt to appease my quest for something more, Patman tosses some cedar and fruit through the retrohale. I’ll take it.
Patman keeps my happiness in check by offering coffee grounds, a touch of harshness, and that trusty dirt coating on the finish. I must remember not to smile while he’s looking at me.
Dark cherry sneaks through while Patman types away on his computer in search for a lead to the Joker’s latest antics. I’m not smiling. Okay, maybe a smirk. Alfred shoots me a disapproving stare. In my distraction, I hear the ash thud on my desk. Solid.
Chocolate and dark wood provide welcoming aromas in the Patcave. My use of the word “welcoming” provides a bit of rebellion for me as Patman scoffs in disgust. Alfred is going to have a lot of explaining to do.
Dirt laden cream continues to push through, followed by, you guessed it, dark earth, which Patman continually reaches for to knock down any real transition to something else.
Dark earth walks alone through the retrohale, and the finish builds in harshness, allowing for only a touch of coffee grounds at the very end. The harshness isn’t overwhelming, but it takes away from what could be.
Giving credit where credit is due, Patman’s flawless construction provided a maintenance-free experience. Overall though, Patman’s looks were greater than his punch.
SMOKE TIME: 1 hr. 37 mins.
RATING: 2 / 4 - Always brooding.
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