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MAY 26, 2012 6:57PM

Cigar Review- Sencillo Black by God of Fire

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Country of Origin: Nicaragua

Wrapper: Nicaraguan Colorado

Filler: Nicaraguan Cuban Seed, Ligero, Honduran Ligero, & Mexican San Andres

Binder: Nicaraguan Cuban Seed

Strength: Medium/ Full

Price: $7.00

Size: Robusto 5.2 x 50

 

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Promethus and God of Fire founder, Keith Park, (Also of Angelenos) made his foray into blending cigars with the Sencillo Platinum (Which premiered in March, 2010) made by Christian Eiroa of Camacho. His follow up is the Sencillo Black blended by Nestor Plasencia, Jr. The word Sencillo is Spanish for Simple.

 

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The original release was 1000 cigars of each size (5000 cigars total). Now the bigger online stores sell this stick so I truly doubt that this is still a limited edition cigar.

The wrapper has a matte like finish with minimal veins that are very thin. The stick is solid and firm in the hand.

 

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The pre-light sniff is very earthy with a bit of cocoa. There is a slight fruitiness to it as well, intensified at the foot.

I light up and get a blast of earth, leather and a very nice sweet component. The fruitiness in the pre-light is present in the taste as well, but I can’t place it…maybe later in the cigar.

There is a nice cinnamon that begins to take hold. The sweetness of the wrapper brings it out.

 

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I read reviews about spiciness, in the beginning, but I get none of it. This stick has been sitting in my humidor for at least 3 months. The burn is a little erratic but that’s my fault as I bought a new lighter and don’t quite have the hang of it yet…it’s a 3 flame torch. Always hard to control when lighting up.

The body has hit the medium status perfectly. I expect the body to ramp up in the last third.

The first third is characterized by earthiness, leather and that sweet cinnamon.

 

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The second third opens up with a gorgeous creaminess and the premier of some really sweet cocoa. The earthiness, cinnamon, and leather were there, but more in the background.

At the halfway point, the body started to hit me in the belly. We were getting on a roller coaster. The leather and earthiness was becoming prominent again, but now, I tasted spice on my tongue.

The velvet creaminess held the spice at bay for now. But the cocoa, and some espresso, made me dash for a Diet Coke. I needed my chocolate phosphate.

 

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The ash begins to flower. I’m hoping it subsides. It eventually does.

As I begin the final third, flavors explode and I’m almost killed in a barrage executed by the cigar’s good intentions.

The whole flavor profile changes. It swings the hammer and it rings the bell on the full body aspect. I’m starting to feel it in my head now.

This cigar is definitely an after dinner smoke. Food will tame the beast.

 

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The stick is a slow burner and it takes a good 90 minutes to complete. If you’re looking for a flavorful cigar with lots of body and a real meaty aspect, this is your cigar. The price point is right on the money. CI sells this stick and you can get it cheaper on cbid. There, it flattens out at around $5 for a bigger stick.

 

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And now for something completely different:

Back in the late 1990’s, I played in a 3 piece power blues trio. It was called the Todd Hart Band. Todd was/is a great singer. He spent some time in the legendary English blues band, Savoy Brown, as their lead singer. So Obviously, we played out a lot. Todd made his living with music. I did not and suffered the slings and arrows of coming to work with 2-3 hours of sleep under my belt. But the extra dough was nice.

I’ve written about this before but we became the official Arizona Hell’s Angel band. Something I was not proud of. Most of our audience was made up of some borderline tards. And amazingly, their women were mostly hotties. Probably due to all of the drugs the Angels dealt in. No matter where we played, someone was yelling at young women to put their T Shirts back on. We suffered through that.

We had this regular gig on Sunday at some dump in Phoenix. Just horrible. But as a trio, we made out financially and Todd paid us fairly.

 

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We had the same problem with drummers that Spinal Tap had…although none ever disappeared due to instantaneous combustion.

Our current drummer this gig was this great huge geek. He was a drafting teacher at a trade college. Imagine a geek. Make him 6’-5. And there you go. But he was a very solid drummer and followed me to the tee.

Being a geek, he was also scared of his own shadow…and always scared to death when we played for the Angels. He sort of stood out too. Imagine the wardrobe that Allan on Two and a Half Men wore and you got it.

At the end of one gig, the drummer…can’t remember his name….was rolling his drum cases out to his truck. There was a slight gap between the bikes parked at the curb in front of the dump in a strip mall. Now the geek was so afraid, he lost all common sense. Instead of rolling his hand truck forward and down over the curb…with about 6’ of cases on it….he did it backwards. I was standing there as it happened and I saw disaster coming.

A few of the bikers were standing outside with beers in their hands. I saw the whole thing in slow motion….the hand truck bobbled with all the cases on it and it fell against someone’s bike. The bike rocked back and forth but didn’t fall over.

 

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Of course, out of 50-60 bikers, the owner was standing right there. He let out a bear growl that made our drummer break into tears. The drummer pleaded with the biker not to hurt him.

I just shook my head. And when I looked at the biker, he winked and smiled at me. So our drummer was made to be the victim over not much of anything. The biker screamed at him to pick up his cases and get the fuck out of there.

The drummer was weeping. I helped him pick up the cases and whispered to him to man up. This was no big deal. Stop crying.

The drummer was so scared that he loaded his cases into his truck and drove off quickly, leaving the rest of his kit on the band stand and without his pay.

I got in the biker’s face and told him he didn’t have to do that. I wasn’t afraid of these goons…plus I concealed a Glock 30..45 cal inside my waist band. I knew how to use it and it gave me a little confidence even though all the bikers carried openly. This was Arizona. It was legal for anyone over the age of 18 to carry openly but you needed a permit for concealed. And since the Angels all had criminal records, a CCW was not afforded them. I always wore a Blues Brothers type of black suit coat and it easily concealed my weapon.

The drummer came back the next day to get the rest of his drums. And he was fine at the next gig which was not an Angels gig.

Never played with a weeping drummer before…or since.

 

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TODD HART BAND-ME, WITH BALL CAP, FAR RIGHT PLAYING ELECTRIC UPRIGHT LIKE A GUITAR 

 

 

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