A magnificent after-dinner smoke, took to it immediately. A mild start to the smoke, gently easing one in to an extremely complex array of opulent flavours. Demands to be joined by a single malt, to which,I confess I bowed. She needed stoking occasionally, butthe reward was indeed worth it. Another noteworthy experience.

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.

This is to many, the ultimate Corona Gorda. While not wishing to whither to the mainstream, I must concur at least to the extemt that the IV is an entirely memorable smoke. I realise that I have indeed made similar implications about a great many of the Siglos, but that's testemony to their superior taste. Excellent construction, dark oily wrappers, full with plume.

Complex flavors, coffee, cedar, nice amount of leather in the second third. Not inexpensive, but nothing worth having ever is.