Recently, in my quest for cheap, tasty cigars, I ordered a fiver of these little Santa Rosa Maduro torpedos. The price was fantastic, one might even say dirt cheap. I was amazingly surpised at these tightly rolled spliffs, with a flavor like the soles of a zoo keepers boots, and week old funny noise, where even the solvent wash of the port you find in the section down by your shoes couldn't erase the memory. Avoid like the plague.