29. Oxmoor Smoke Shoppe
This was an 8” Churchill with long filler and a downright ugly wrapper. It seemed as if the wrapper leaf actually changed colors as it went down the length of the cigar. Near the head it was a medium brown and this transformed to a light brown by the time you reached the foot. There were several large veins, wrinkles, and some lifting up in a couple areas, so the cracked foot almost went unnoticed The fill was moderately soft but not squishy. It smelled like a cheap cigar. By this I mean there was no distinct essence- just mild tobacco that screamed “Don’t be disappointed, I was only .99”. The draw was somewhat stiff and as devoid of flavor as the foot was absent of scent.

As a smoking experience, this one achieved something no other cigar had ever done for me. Not to make it sound like it was something mind-blowing, but it was novel nonetheless…This stick tasted exactly the same from the first puff to the last puff! Literally, from the first to the last. I’ve had cigars that were one dimensional and uninteresting (of which this is one), but never have I had on that didn’t “settle down” and change some after the initial light, or morph to some degree once I reached the nub. This stick was immutable. If the flavor had been wonderful than this could have been the greatest cigar in the history of rolled up leaf…But it wasn’t. It was a mixture of light grassy notes and faint woodiness. Generally, just a run of the mill mild smoke. The taste I will soon forget, but the feat of boredom inducement I shall carry with me all the days of my life.

The single best part of the cigar: Was its fantastic ability to do nothing as I smoked it.
The single worst part of the cigar: Was the way it looked like Frankenstein and the Bearded Lady’s lovechild.
Overall rating on a scale of 1-10: 7.8 (It didn’t taste bad to start and it never turned bad, because it never turned anything. An even burn, tasty enough yard ‘gar.)