MARCH 17, 2022 - PHIL KURUT, COMEDY - CIGARS - MUSIC
ROCKY PATEL NUMBER 6 ROBUSTO (5 1/2 x 50)
WRAPPER: HONDURAN COROJO
BINDER: HONDURAS
FILLER: HONDURAS, NICARAGUA
Wood and mocha travel through Number 6 by way of an initially snug draw, which loosens up within a few puffs, assisting an increased smoke output as well. Spice dances a bit after the next few pulls and lingers on the finish, coating my entire palate and throat. Present, but not overbearing.
The retrohale brings a bit of earth, salt, and watered down mocha. Also, did you notice the band? I wonder if it was designed to accommodate large font readers.
The burn lacks some sharpness but presents no issues as of yet. A few flakes occasionally drop from the ash.
Flavors appear to be looking for an exit already. Was it something I said? I hope I didn’t start a new hashtag campaign.
Spice and tartness hold steady for right now. How do you go about making a public apology on Twitter?
A solid and consistent nothingness begins to flood my palate.
Dear Twitter…
Dry tea leaves begin to suggest my half-hearted attempt at thinking about a possible public apology just might pay off. Talk about an emotional rollercoaster.
Coffee with an ample helping of cream and sweetener flow from the foot smoke.
As I remove the band, Large Marge, she greedily takes some of the wrapper with her. I immediately think of the title of the Smashing Pumpkins album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. I liked half of that album. Siamese Dream is still king.
Predictably, the wrapper begins to split. I must work harder on this Twitter apology thing.
Mocha begins to make a slight comeback as the split in the wrapper continues to defiantly move south, giving me the stink eye.
A bit of harsh leather throws a quick jab on the finish. A few touch-ups provide some headway on the split. Not quite a battle for the ages, but brave and beautiful all the same.
Dear Gracious and All-Knowing Twitter…
Nothingness returns awhile. Reminds me of the movie The NeverEnding Story. Falkor, the Luck Dragon, was my favorite. How could he not be? Speaking of luck, it could go a long way for Number 6. A long way.
Coffee limps over the palate and then lazily rests on the finish. Decaf.
Salty earth on the retrohale.
I’m bored.
For my Twitter apology, I’ve decided to borrow a bit of Gene Wilder from Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory:
Dear Twitter,
You get nothing. You lose. Good day, sir!
SMOKE TIME: 1 hr. 47 mins.
RATING: 1.5 / 4 - Dear Twitter…
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