
Vegueros - Freudians, check out that logo and pretend not to see what it really is.
Wrapper leaf has a nice tanned leather hue and a rash of bumplets which show up on the burnt ash - interesting. This one draws just right and produces a decent amount of smoke.
Starts out green, bitter and ashy, with a hint of raw meatiness that speaks to you like a Clint Eastwood scowl. "WTF do you want?" it said in a grouchy voice. If you've got the balls to pursue with this little grunter, go ahead, make its day. You know you'll lose out in the end.
Perseverance is "rewarded" with a slight softening in flavour. The acid grassiness starts to fade as the recalcitrant bastard realises you're not going to give in - yet. Time for a refined whisky like Teachers, Grants, Sheep Dip or Genesis Pour-On for Cattle (Don't drink in moderation).

The Vegueros hears me dissing it, and goes out just to spite me. Do I want to relight? No. But I do so anyways, just to show that two can play at this game. It cunningly counter-attacks by defecating its ash onto my keyboard. Down to the offending band now, which I remove, throw roughly to the floor, and spit on. Two all, but it clearly has the upper-hand as we head toward the finish line.
Now for the Grand Finale. Fark this is terrible. More of the same but with renewed intensity - or wait on - is that a subtle hint of quality cement dust joining in to coat my astounded palate? The cigar speaks through its minions, as a 10 year old schoolboy zooms past on his scooter, and farewells his mate with a loud "See ya, Bitch". It goes out one last time. Yeah. See you in Hell.
The Verdict: This is a brilliant cigar for your break as a construction site labourer in wintertime. Before you were keeping your mouth shut and scowling just to fit in, your slitty eyes and screwed up nose speaking volumes about endurance in trying circumstances and the hardness of your steelcappedboot-resistant testicles. Now you actually have something to be pissed off about. I've never enjoyed beer with cigars before, but I'd happily see off a few Ranfurly Draughts or DB Double Browns with this ugly mongrel. Despite the label, there is nothing feminine about it.