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A true Cuban legend. The Churchill from Romeo Julieta is a classic Habano, world famous. With is 178 mm x 47 format, the Churchill is a strong bodied vitola, but smooth and creamy nevertheless. It is perfectly constructed and its draw is smooth and easy. It has flavors of cedar, spices, leather, chocolate, coffee, vanilla, sweet cream and counting! It gets even better when aged, three year is recommended for this cigar.
Probably the supreme Habano from Romeo y Julieta. Every connoisseur should have one in his humidor.Powerful and yet amazingly smooth.This remarkable cigar will seduce you into submission.
Very rich cigar, strong body. An absolute cigar for true aficionados. Earthy and woody animated by jovial hints of Christmas spice.
The finest and most famous of the Cuban Churchills.
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Ode to the Brown Monarch
O Habano, brown monarch wrapped in a cloak of sun-soaked earth, you are a rolled scroll containing the secret history of the island. Before my thirst for you, you were a broad leaf, a sleeping green flag in the kingdom of the veguero, drinking the violent Caribbean sun, softened by the nocturnal breath of the sea. Your body, a firm cylinder of patience, holds the aroma of aged wood, of honey that remembers the flower, of leather bound in a forgotten library. I bring the fire to your brow, a small, devoted sun, and you begin your slow ode, your transformation of fire into cloud. The first puff, a sharp, peppery confession. Then, the smoke unfolds like a flag of peace inside my soul, a dense, blue-gray thought that climbs towards the ceiling of the afternoon. O solemn ceremony, this quiet burning, this conversation between my hand and your ash, growing, a white cathedral that threatens to fall but stands, defiant, a testament to your perfect combustion. You are not mere vice, you are a slow hourglass, a measured minute of communion. In your delicate ash I see the sediment of time, in your fragrant demise, the celebration of the moment. So I sit with you, and we are two silent accomplices: you, offering your body to my fire, I, receiving your wisdom as smoke, until nothing remains but the memory of your warmth on my fingers, and the ghost of your soul, lingering in the room, like a gentle, persistent truth.