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That good >>>>>>

I am going to have to get Rah to translate all those smilies...

What the hell is a windowmaker?

let's see here

An assault on taste-buds
why oh why did I buy this
ugh
don't do it
nope
again why did I think this Gurkha would be any better than the rest
Heed my warning fellow B/SOTL don't smoke one of these

Yeap, don't look like you liked it.

Well Z don't hold back tell us how you really feel about it LOL

You should know better Z.

Sucka!

I haven't had one.......just saw them listed.


How many freaking brands do they have?!

At a recent herf the regional CRA guy was there, he used to be a Gurkha rep. Interesting conversation!

the 2 least interesting things cigar related.........gurks and zrx

Ha!! You need a hug buddy?

LOL you shouldve seen that coming

Does not look like an enjoyable experience at all...Definitely gonna avoid them, lol

Iv only tried 2 kinds
1. Dried cardboard flavored
2. Wet soggy exploding cardboard

LOLZ - it's the names, I know. The gurkha's are mostly middle of the road, but man do they come up with the best branding / names! Makes you think they've done something better to the cigar!

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Never had one of these either Jamie, I am however bummed out that I got outbid on some Master Select XO maddies.....them's good IMHO (and I don't see them much here)

Named the widowmaker cause they explode. And kill you?

No, it's called that because it kills all of the expectations from the n00bs and inexperienced cigar smoker. It draws you in with a nice wood box. You open it and see colorful bands adorning each cigar. You unwrap them from their cellophane wrapper and hold them in your hands. You take in the tobacco smell. You clip the cap and light the end, rotating the cigar the entire time to ensure a even burn and then comes the first draw. You take it in and it brings you to your knees. You're vomiting so violently that tears are streaming from your eye sockets like Old Faithful. The taste you can't get out of your mouth even if you drank a gallon of maple syrup or transmission fluid. Then the wrapper that holds all of the leaves together splits open like the stomach of one of Jack the Ripper's victims. Jagged, gaping and exposed for the world to see all the way from that first 1/4" all the way to the band. The band was the only thing that stopped the entire thing unraveling in your hands and burning your shirt all the way down to your pants.

Nay, it's the expectations that it slays instead of yourself. If it did in fact kill you they would've called it something like "Mercy" or "Mary Faustina" or the "Kevorkian", but it doesn't. It just impales the desire to light another one. Be forewarned though, there will be hard headed individuals that will sing their praises and line up for each and every release. Those people are called Royal Princes of the House of Saud or n00bs. Either way they have little to no real world experience and tastebuds that will have camel dung and syrup of ipecac described as the "Food for angels", "Turkish Delight" or "The Rolls Royce of Cigars"! Either way you can listen and heed these words or jump in with both feet and buy a sampler. Smoke them up and then join the denizen of cigar smokers that will NEVER EVER EVER have one delivered to their house much less in the humidors. The choice is yours. There are some that just have to smell it, hold it and taste it before they realize what a litter box treasure they have on their palate and there are some that listen and hold onto their money for a much better cigar and a more satisfying experience.