Macanudo Cafe Trump

Spent three months in the humidor. Lit nicely and burned and tasted fine, nut and butter toast for the first two inches. Then the leg of the folding chair went through a gopher tunnel and the port went over my shoulder, but I kept the cigar alive. Whooee. Damn gopher. A-ha, maybe that's what I can do with all the cheap sampler cigars: Smoke out the gopher. Drop those stink bombs down in, and if this gopher has any taste, he'll quickly vacate the premises. Back to the Macanudo. It started getting much too peppery for my buds after port went north into the garden and feet went straight up in the air. Got even more pronounced the deeper it burned. Eh. Not my favorite flavor. Prefer it on my eggs.