C&C Connecticut robusto

Well, now I gone and done it. It's my fault. I had an idea this would happen. Less than two years and already I lost my ability to savor a good mild conny.

What's happened is, I have zeroed in on medium habanos. Gimme leather, a touch of cedar, some nutmeg, I'm there. Keep your pepper, lay off the espresso, don't need that blackwashed asphalt. Ideally, a colorado habano. I'm even planting some this year. (Well, my surrogate gardener is.) What happened meantime is, I climbed the ladder and left my paint bucket behind. So here I was hitting a smooth, well made, satisfying conny, knowing there was something good going on, but unable to reach it. Next time, I need to lay off a couple days before hitting something like this. Rest my tongue a bit.


An unimpressive band. The wrapper was like a mason's hand, sturdy, thick, veined, strong, dry. A chocolate milk odor from the foot. Unable to taste the wrapper. Firm and tight throughout, but not heavy. Uncapped in a snap. Easy free draw. Again, not much taste. Lit in a twinkle. Plenty of volume. Burnt true and slow. The speckled bearswatter who enjoys the privilege of laundering my skid marks enjoyed the aroma. I did too. But the flavor, someone pitch in here and help me out, cause I was dead to it. Wonderful dry tobacco retro. Delightful stinkfinger. Perfect morning mouth for coffee in the morning. No wheeze at all.
But what happened in between?