Sitting out in the side yard on a crisp Saturday evening, I found myself in the company of a Kiki Momo Gordo Designer 1. Now, let me tell you, this ain’t just any old cigar. This one has character, like that one uncle who shows up to every family reunion with a story that makes you laugh until your sides hurt, but also makes you think a little deeper about life.

When I lit up this Kiki Momo, the first puff had a kick, like being woken up by a rooster at 5:30 a.m. The flavor’s bold and doesn’t apologize for it. You get hit with a wallop of earthy leather and rich cocoa, which blends together like an old blues tune you can’t help but tap your foot to.

There’s something primal and raw in this cigar—a connection to the earth that speaks to you, whispering tales of tobacco leaves kissed by the sun and rolled by hands that know the true art of patience. With each draw, you feel closer to nature, like standing beneath a giant sequoia, humbled and small but strangely alive.

In the spirit of Mark Twain, I would probably call this cigar “a gentleman’s pleasure wrapped in a rogue’s rebellion.” The Kiki Momo has a sense of mischief in its construction, like it was made by someone who understands that life is short and should be savored slowly. The smoke is dense and satisfying, lingering in the air like the ghost of an old lover you ain’t quite gotten over yet. It’s got a balance to it, sharp, yet leaving room for a deeper bite.

A good cigar, like a good sermon, should warm the soul and inspire reflection. And this Kiki Momo does just that. As the ash grew longer and the burn stayed as steady as a Baptist preacher on a Sunday morning, I found myself pondering the finer things in life. This cigar took me on a journey—a slow, winding road filled with memories and musings, with no rush to reach the destination.

So, if you’re looking for a smoke that’ll make you feel a bit like a philosopher, a bit like a renegade, and a whole lot like a man enjoying life one good puff at a time, then the Kiki Momo Gordo Designer 1 is the ticket. Light one up, sit back, and let it tell you its story.

-MJHarvell