Cigar Review: My Father No. 1

One might argue this review is unnecessary. For starters, I reviewed this same cigar (and same vitola) a little more than two years ago. In addition, the My Father line has become ubiquitous among cigar fans, earning it a solid reputation and diminishing the usefulness of yet another review stacked upon longstanding heaps of praise.

However, we should not forget cigars share many similarities with wine. Each growing season in each part of the cigar-producing world brings with it different soil conditions, different rainfall, different sunlight exposure, and different levels of humidity. When you add in the variables associated with cultivation, fermentation, and rolling, it’s a wonder cigar makers have any consistency at all within the same blend across years. So I would argue there’s a fair amount of value in revisiting old reviews. Particularly when—as in this case—several years separate the two creations.

Whereas the robusto-sized My Father No. 1 cigars I acquired for my previous review were purchased in 2011, the five-pack I bought for this review was ordered and received in late 2013. Both have Nicaraguan binder and filler tobaccos and a Habano/Criollo hybrid wrapper from Ecuador. And both measure 5.5 inches long with a ring gauge of 52 and a price tag of about $10.

In appearance, the recently acquired My Father No. 1 cigars look exactly like all the others I have smoked in this format. They have smooth, oily wrappers, soft pre-light notes with tons of sweetness, and the trademark My Father band of pink, green, red, and gold. The cap clips easily to reveal a smooth cold draw.

Perhaps these newer robustos are somewhat different—or perhaps my tastes have just changed (that’s another variable to consider)—but today My Father No. 1 has a meaty, almost mesquite-like character that I don’t remember. Sure, the core flavors of cedar, coffee, chocolate, dry tannins, and pepper remain. I don’t recall, though, the cigar having such a pronounced char component. I’m not complaining, especially since these bold, smoky tastes are offset by a frequent creaminess that reminds me of nougat.

Throughout, the medium- to full-bodied robusto is a model of construction perfection. The ash holds firm for an above-average length, the burn line is wonderfully straight, and each puff yields ample smoke.

Based on my own recollection, which is admittedly flawed, the My Father No. 1 tastes a little different today than it did a few years ago. Interestingly, however, I don’t find myself liking this cigar any more or any less. I maintain it’s still worthy of a stellar rating of four and a half stogies out of five.

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–Patrick A

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