Ever enjoyed totally anonymous cigar? I have, and I humbly submit to you, it adds to the experience.
Recently, a flood of unnamed, un-banded cigars has washed over Famous headquarters. Having just returned from a recent Central American junket, one of our Famous tribe is swimming in sample cigars for us to smoke and rate.
Sometimes he reveals the manufacturer, but usually he doesn’t. Frankly, I find myself partial to the latter scenario. No name means no expectations, and allows for a true blank slate. And with all that cerebral static silenced, it’s easier to judge the cigar on its own merits: appearance, flavor, aroma, burning characteristics and construction.
Don’t get me wrong…I’m not going to go home and remove all the bands from my stash. But let it be said that there’s nothing like the enjoyment of an unidentified cigar to remind us of why we started smoking in the first place. Here’s a hint: it has nothing to do with Opus X, Padrón, Pepin, or Tatuaje.