Flatbed’s (latest) release: HENSHAW STREET (is) a back road tribute. (No. I don’t know what the latter means and the latest is 2016. I printed this straight from the copy.) Perfectly rolled with a perfect burn…razor sharp. An earthy, countryfied, old-school blend. It’ll take you back to when cigars were cigars. Just leaf. No coloring, no flavoring, no “infusing.” No trying to hide, flavor, or cover up an inferior leaf. This cigar is going to rival our “Kentucky Fire Cured”, and “Peacemaker” meteoric releases! Flatbedders have been ravin’ ’bout (sic) it already! Grab this cigar and your favorite chair. Put on some Allman Brothers or Lynyrd Skynyrd and just kick back. You”ll see why I call it a …back road tribute. (I’ll have to give that phrase some serious thought.)
The dark, chocolaty (sic) wrapper is from Mexico’s San Andres Valley. Binder is Cuban seed, Dominican grown. The filler is Pennsylvania 41; Dominican and Nicaraguan Ligero, and Seco Cubano.
Box of 20!
Cigar Size is 6 1/2 x 53
Ok. That’s what Paul Bush of Flatbed Cigars has to say. Now it’s my turn.
Clip! Spicey from the first draw. Habanero. West Virginia. Decent draw. (I never could figure out why “Moon River” was included in Capote’s classic short story “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” that morphed into a movie anyway.)
What does smooth and creamy really mean? Synonymous with smooth: mellow, mild, agreeable or pleasant. I chose the latter. Creamy: velvety, whipped, or buttery. I’ll go for velvety.
I don’t get the chocolate yet. I get more of a coffee lilt. And countrified? What did Billy Joe McAllister throw off the Tallahatchie Bridge? No answer since the sultry Bobbie Gentry released her classic hit “Ode to Billie Joe” in 1967. Similar, uh?
Burns like a champ. No distasteful bitterness despite the PA tobacco that weaves its way through the Dominican and Nicaraguan ligero. That’s an art. Pennsylvania tobacco can be a bitch to blend with balanced success. I’d say Paul has this challenge behind him.
The beginning offbeat rhythm of Simon and Garfunkel’s hit “Cecilia” reminds me of this cigar’s resultant experience. Unbalanced? Né rather teetering on an Ellington-like counterpoint in the beginning but it eventually finds its tempo.
I have to say it’s a bit rugged halfway through. Now if that’s what Paul’s referring to when he says “back road tribute,” then he’s right on target. If not then I’ll switch the experience to the dictionary’s definition: “rough, hilly, jagged.”
It’s the William F. Buckley etymological-based rule. Every word has a specific origin, ergo meaning. Be cautious. Henshaw Street. Why?
You decide. I’ll go for Paul’s interpretation. Like the late Mayor Daley of Chicago once said to a reporter during one of his infamous press conferences, “Don’t write what I said, write what I mean.” They had to “Chuckle, chuckle.”
The cigar may be beginning to head down that “tribute” road now. Still spicy, but it’s dragging along some of that royal characteristic Pennsylvanian machismo. How do you define that? A man’s smoke. This is not a bad thing. I’m sure he knew exactly what he was going for when he wrote his description and thankfully it wasn’t an attempt at Johnny Cash’s monotonous vocal pulsation of, “I Walk the Line.”