Suprized by a cigar I expected to be s^&%
About a month ago, my father, meaning well, sent me a couple bundles of cigars as a very touching spontaneous present. Knowing nothing about cigars, of course, I was not blown away by his selection, but it really is the thought that counts.
He sent me a Victor Sinclair (a brand I've never heard a good word about) flight-sampler from their bottom-level blend (in four wrapper types; Connecticut, Maduro, Rosado, and Sumatra), and a bundle of miscellaneous sticks from short-run blends even they won't put their name on (including two very rough-looking, barnyard-smelling corona-sized torpedos called, "el Hippe", that I immediately remarked I expect to taste like bathwater from it's namesake).
Last night I decided to give the Rosado torpedo a go, and was really pleasently surprized. It wasn't great, by any means. But being essentially a $1 cigar, anything better than putrid is a shocker. There was a tiny bit of cream and pepper, as well as a mild clove note - the flavor was very mild overall, and remained unchanged throughout. The one major hit against it is that it seemed to absolutely destroy my throat (I do not inhale), which it's very rare for cigars to do to me.