Crashed out on this one. Cigars are not for me, and I'm glad.
To test the waters before my South of France sojourn, I bought 10 Neos Cappucino cigarillos from a very well stocked tobacconist in town (Paragas ✅, Montecristo ✅, Romeo y Julieta ✅, Davidoff ✅). They are
this wan Scottish smoke reviewer’s favorite everyday smoke. So I blazed on up at a nearby pub with a Guinness. Fucking vile, toxic, and acrid, a thoroughly and irredeemably execrable experience.
Once the plastic warehouse after a fire taste had subsided, some 7 or 8 hours later, I had a second one by the pond in the garden. No better. Stamped it out after an inch, then scrunched and binned the rest.
Cigars are a psyop. I'd rather vape mango bongo than spark another up.