Cigar Reviewed: Punch Knuckle Buster Maduro

Smoked at: Richmond, VA

The year was 1976…or ‘77…it really doesn’t matter. I was walking along the ocean after my third marriage broke up. In the shallow swells of the Pacific I saw a magic lamp. I thought, “yeah sure…three wishes.” When out popped a genie smoking a Punch. And he was coughing (from smoking inside a lamp.) Anyway, he granted me 3 wishes. I wished that me ex-wife would grow wings and fly away. My second wish was for a lighter that never ran out of butane. The third I decided to wait on. Forty years later I tried I Knuckle Buster. Finally, I had my 3rd wish. I summoned the genie and said, “May I never run out of Knuckle Busters and may the entire word know of its brilliance.” Poof. Remember, good things come to those who wait.