Couldn't resist any longer, pulled the trigger this time.
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By popular demand, my current list of good cheapies:
Cabo Classic
Gurkha Park Avenue CT & Mad
Nica Libre
5 Vegas Gold Connecticut
Schizo
Bahia Red
Bahia Blue
John Bull
5 Vegas classic
Buenaventura
Bahia Trinidad
5 Vegas A
RP Cargo
Bahia Icon
Joya de Nicaragua Fuerte
Bahia Gold White Label
Flor de Oliva
Fonseca Arana
La Aurora Legend
General Grant
RP Catch 22
Sancho Panza Triple Anejo
Hog's Head Torano
Diesel Uncut
My definition of "cheapie" is one that can be bought regularly under $3 a stick online, in quantity if necessary. My definition of "good," of course, is subjective :)
And of course this list wouldn't be complete without my list of bad or "eeh" cheapies, which of course is equally subjective:
everything in po' boy sampler
almost everything in bender ender
GVH02 - now that they're short filler
La Perla Havana Black Pearl
Fuente Curly Head
Blue Label B2
Perdomo Lot 23
601
Obsidian
Arganese
Gurkha Park Avenue Habano
5 Vegas Gold Maduro
Brick House Fumas
Graycliff G2
YMMV!
Thanks everyone, I am writing all these down as well as getting a few.
Going to be a great July!:stogie:
Some cheapies that I like are National Brand, Mark Twain, Pinar del Rio, and 5 Vegas.
Wow!.... Yeah those genesis really suck!!
LOL
So with all the suggestions I went ahead and ordered a few to try:
Sancho Panza Double Maduro
Punch London Club
Chillin Moose
I have a list started of cheapies to try from all you folks, to go along with my higher end to try list. Thanks again everyone for all the helpful suggestions!
I've always liked Mark Twain's expository piece on what constitutes a good cigar and a bad one.
https://andrew1769.wordpress.com/tag...twains-cigars/Quote:
Children of twenty-five, who have seven years experience, try to tell me what is a good cigar and what isn’t. Me, who never learned to smoke, but always smoked; me, who came into the world asking for a light.
No one can tell me what is a good cigar–for me. I am the only judge. People who claim to know say that I smoke the worst cigars in the world. They bring their own cigars when they come to my house. They betray an unmanly terror when I offer them a cigar; they tell lies and hurry away to meet engagements which they have not made when they are threatened with the hospitalities of my box.
Now then, observe what superstition, assisted by a man’s reputation, can do. I was to have twelve personal friends to supper one night. One of them was as notorious for costly and elegant cigars as I was for cheap and devilish ones. I called at his house and when no one was looking borrowed a double handful of his very choicest; cigars which cost him forty cents apiece and bore red-and-gold labels in sign of their nobility. I removed the labels and put the cigars into a box with my favorite brand on it–a brand which those people all knew, and which cowed them as men are cowed by an epidemic. They took these cigars when offered at the end of the supper, and lit them and sternly struggled with them–in dreary silence, for hilarity died when the fell brand came into view and started around–but their fortitude held for a short time only; then they made excuses and filed out, treading on one another’s heels with indecent eagerness; and in the morning when I went out to observe results the cigars lay all between the front door and the gate. All except one–that one lay in the plate of the man from whom I had cabbaged the lot. One or two whiffs was all he could stand. He told me afterward that some day I would get shot for giving people that kind of cigars to smoke.