Cigar Reviewed: Punch Knuckle Buster Maduro

Smoked at: Gautier, MS

As I lean back in my slightly frayed, but still comfortable, 1989 lawn chair, I reach over and grab this cigar. Not knowing what I grabbed, I read the label and it reads “Punch Knuckle Buster Maduro”. I slightly chuckle. Not because of the name, but because I sat back on a Busch Latte can that was probably drank while my grandfather was fishing in our neighbor’s pond. As I slightly roll the cigar between my fingers, the firmness reminds me of my ex-wife’s…. Never mind. A nice dark chocolate wrapper with veins Count Chocula would cry tears of joy over. I clip the head and start toasting the foot. Immediately, the smell of my son’s baseball mit hits my nose. To be honest, a much better leathery smell than the mit, as the mit has been in the garage for 19 years. The first third has a great spice. Nothing over powering, but at least a jalapeño on the Scoville scale. Then comes chocolate… then bam, we are now at the county fair’s petting zoo. The construction is great and the ash holds solid. Half way through and the strength mellows just a tad. Chocolate and earth. I guess that is what people would say. Earth… interesting some people know what earth taste like. I will now say this taste like a mixture of Pluto and Mercury… Plut-Cury. The ash holds strong. Never mind, she’s gone. As she comes to and end, the leathery nuances and just a touch of spice remain. A complete opposite of my wife applying her lipstick every 3 minutes, I only had to touch it up once, as a HUGE dog wandered into my yard with what appeared to be a T-Rex bone and peed on my lawn chair. Thankfully the cigar was not harmed. Overall, a darn toot’n enjoyable smoke. A smoke that is easily affordable and will now allow me to pair with something a little more expensive to drink, like a Miller High Life. Stayed tuned for that review!