I'm rarely drawn to comment on commercial products, prefering instead to discourse on my favoured topics of cleavage and sport.
However, on this rare occasion I am willing to make an exception.


The Siglo IV - AH! Sublime.

One might compare it to eating molasses from a Polynesian maiden's ample breasts; or dribbling the ball 80yds before banging in the winner at White Hart Lane against The Shower of Shite.

Again, a sensual experience, almost without equal in the annals of tobacco - or sport for that matter.


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