
Maybe half a year ago (who the Hell says half a year ago, BTW), Jason provided video inside of Matt Rosen's vault at What's Knot to Love, and Mr. Rosen noted that he had a first run box of the Stradivarius brand of cigars. Jay told me they retailed for a little more than $30 a smoke. Aged 15 years and made with a Cuban seed in the Dominican Republic by Daniel Nunez, the Stradivarius carried the name and the bloodline of something special.
So last week I decided I needed to get out of the office at lunch time and mosey down to Nat Sherman and low and behold, in there locked-up super secret vault, they have the full line of Stradivarius smokes. Its payday, I am feeling pretty generous, and oh yeah, a few nights before I took my friends for $300 in poker, so needless to say, I am buying smokes with house money.
The Stradivarius Robusto Major is in my sights. I am looking at an expertly crafted coffin box with the wax seal on it and I say to myself, this is a victory cigar. I am going to take this cigar, go to Bryant Park, light it up, and relive my mastery at the poker table.
Did I have a bit of sticker shock when they told me it was $46.50 for one -- of course. Did I think that this was going to be a knockout cigar -- absolutely. Was it? HARDLY.
Let me tell you - when I hear the word Robusto, I expect ROBUSTO. I expect strength. I expect complexity. What I got was smoothness, creaminess. Don't get me wrong, these are great attributes for a cigar. But complexity, not a scintilla of complexity. From ignition to extinction, the cigar carried the same even tone, which given the price tag, was a bore!
The Stradivarius Robusto Major is expertly crafted, they cut no corners. It ashed and burned beautifully. It had some of the redeeming qualities that I typically point out in cigars that I love and rate high. But let's face it, $46.50 for a smoke, I should have wanted to lay down on the ground and take a nap in the middle of Bryant Park at 12:45 pm. Instead, I walked back to the office in the same manner my friends walked back to their cars following poker night -- dejected.